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At the beautiful time of the day when dusk is nearer,
The winter moon is serene,
For the light around is cast in blue,
And illuminating ever object the same colour.
There's that distinctive chill,
We move quicker to warm ourselves on these mysterious trails,
Along this sleeping land which earlier was warmer,
But now has become colder and silent,
The winter moon shines brighter,
Like the beacon of the night sky it will become,
Only the impressions of our foot steps on this floor of earth will remain.