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"The sun sets to end the joyous day
Deep below the ground,
As the last red begins to decay
A crying moon is found

The still creek is soft and sound,
Yet no one is asleep
Faces solem all day round,
And no one dares to peep;

I hope the river, running deep
Will flow in joy again,
Put waves of sorrow in a heap
So I can have back my friend;

Before, the happiness had no end
Coming from dear Creek,
Now there is less fun to send
And no joy left to seek;

I look forward to the day she peeks
Back on to always play,
Each day she's gone it seems a week;
For the moon is here to stay."