Pin Holes

Pin holes in darkness of night
With the moon they give us light
Long, long years shining brighter then gold
Things of the past yet never growing old
Falling shooting twinkling glistening
All who watch are left listning
To there whispers on the wind
Of the tales of forgotten kin
But all who are willing to listen they will tell
But only drops from there endless well
For a mortals life is but a day to them
And there story a line to a on going Hymen
But now the night is growing late
And soon the first light of day will brake
So they sing far well to thee
And to remember there nights key
For with out them the dark would moan
And the fair bright moon fell so alone
Now tis the time to rest a lay
For here comes the first light of day

 
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