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In the moon's glow, mysterious and slow, The bison roam, their spirits aglow.
Their shaggy coats, a glistening sheen, Reflect the lunar light, a dreamy scene.
Their horns, like crescent moons, so bright, Glisten in the starry night.
Their eyes, like pools of moonlit sky, Shine with a wisdom, deep and high.
Their footsteps quiet, their journey long, Through the midnight terrain, they will be strong.
In the moon's glow, the bison roam, A mystical sight, a wondrous home.