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Send us Fan MailDoes?Does the moon rise or does he sleep, slipping from the heavens in months to keep, for as the cold pressed stars, turn in myths across the skies, the earth is hushed into stillness, her dreams,enclosed in winter’s eyes, And so tonight above the silver the rime of frost, over church, steeple and field, to succumb to sleep and dreams, I cannot but waitfor morning light to [email protected]