توی هفت آسمون خــــبر از ماه نبود !
A gold-horned moon hung high — Its heart began to beat
With the fire of its eye no ember could compete
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The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees !!
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Darling, it is no joke, this is lycanthropy
The moon's awake now, with eyes wide