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Under the winter moon's pale light,
across the cold and starry night,
from snowy mountains soaring high
to ocean shore echoes the cry.
From barron sands to verdant fields,
from city streets to lonley wealds,
cries the tortures human heart,
seeking solace, wisdom, a chart
by which to understand its plight
under the winter moon's pale light.
Dawn is unable to fade the night.
Must we live ever in the blight
under the winter moon's cold light,
lost in the loneliness, hate, and fright,
last night, tonight, tomorrow night
under the moons bleak light?
-The Book of Counted Sorrows