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The wind flows over the moor
The sky the color of azure
As I take in the granduer
The landscape so bleak
The lure of mystique
As I speak
Then the moor fills with rain
Life untagles like a skein
No longer does it wane
The moor comes alive
As the sparrows skydive
The plants as they thrive
The bleakness is gone
For life is drawn
The bleakness is a bygone
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