Through the Mist
It's a cold night, a moonlit night
i strolled on the grass barefoot
feet drenched in the pearly dews
I stared at the twinkling stars
As I was moving on
Something moved, a silhoutte
my ancestor caveman, wild and ignorant
at a distance, under the giant oak tree
Eternity passed, moonlit fog dances
I cannot see the wandering outsider
was that a glimpse or ghost?
oh my ghost love!
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