8 1-It was the year of 2010, the month of June, the day was the 18th. When I wrote what I had seen down.
2-Sun is setting, doves are singing, birds are pleading, I raced out.
3-Through the forests, through the darkness. I have gone, people condemn me, my heart weeps, but the moon hasn’t raised so I still live.
4-Flowers are waving, flowers are blooming. Sun is setting time is low, racing, racing past the tree going watching I do plead, sun is fading moon does raises, dears are running darkness in eye, bear is coming blood on fang, clock is ticking time is low, wind blows field from the toe, dears are slaughter, blood on claws.
5-I raise up but in its claws is the moon that rises up, time is little, then comes cup, hair of witch craft I once was, time is little I do fall.
6-The sun raises, smites all, doves are singing, birds are pleading I am saved, sun is shining, moon is falling.
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