Creatures (The)

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The crescent flight of the moon Casts a pleasant light on my skin Soothing satellite cruise Moving on again Distant trains on the breeze Distant throats start to freeze Tearful eyes growing dim Moving on again Cats that sound like babies crying Magpie feathers in the rain Christmas in your hair reclining Moving on again Moving on again We are moving on again From Letras Mania