these tracks here mean
it won't be long
moon whistles
bears out there
damn sho
i go on the hunts
but i dont feel at home
in this world anymore
the ancestor in me o
o how they would sob
the zhong sung
"before my bed
there is bright moonlight
so that it seems
like frost on the ground
lifting my head
i watch the bright moon
lowering my head
i dream that i'm home"
li po did catch the moon
at the end of it all
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