It was a clear, breezy night 

quite like a night like this, 

that he took her by the hand 

and they went in search of mischief. 
With the twinkle of the eye

And sweet words off his lips 

He parted her innocent ways 

And brought something out of her that she had never seen. 
Howling under the moon,

Shedding their skins. 

They dived into clear waters,

Into the river deep. 
It was a clear, crisp night 

As he turned his back to her to leave. 

That blade clenched in her fist that sliced,

Sure was clean and swift. 

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