In the dark of night
As the moon rises
As the birds quiet
When only the owls
are heard discussing
the day’s events,
In the silence that ensues
The Old Ones come
To remind us
They were here before us
And they will be here after
In the dark of night
As the moon rises
As the birds quiet
When only the owls
are heard discussing
the day’s events,
In the silence that ensues
The Old Ones come
To remind us
They were here before us
And they will be here after
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