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THISTLEDOWN: 14 by CORA RANDALL FABBRI

First Line: THE MOON SITS FAR IN THE HEAVEN
Last Line: ARE SOULS CAUGHT IN HER WEB.
THE moon sits far in the heaven,
And spins where the shadows ebb.
The golden stars, one here, one there,
Are souls caught in her web.



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