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The Inn
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book 16 within the room the fire crackles
about the tables a simple meal
to one side the local musicians
softly play the familiar tune
without the windows
the sun does settle
the evening grows long
the stars appear
and on the breeze
a soft tune carries
from the one
who wanders the fields
a tune unknown
words unfamiliar
beneath the moon
upon the breeze
played for no one
and none do listen
except creatures of darkness
within the night
wandering upon
paths in darkness
within the starlight
And cooling breeze
wanders slowly
soft notes playing
Just for any
who might hear
painted a very nice picture
painted a very nice picture in my head. Good job!