Beneath the pale moonlight,
his shadow disappeared out in the lurking woods a few miles from here.
He ventured out towards the mainland,
only to never make it back or so I had thought.
For I could've sworn that I made him out to be at his own funeral, a couple of years ago, from a distance behind a tree
before vanishing once again.
Nonetheless, years have passed and never have I laid eyes on him again, but a few days ago I did discover his music box from years ago underneath that same bridge,
beneath the pale moonlight.
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