Up on the Moor

  Amidst the battalions of wind turbines marching across the moors. I saw my love,  Her hair blowing in the wind, As wild as her heart is passionate. The moors are cold as she searches for her Heathcliff. When she sees him, She runs and skips towards her love  At one with the rugged beauty. We come together  Coats flung on the ground  Bodies stripped,  warmed by the heat of the other’s

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