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Ashland follows the moon so slow
Through quiet streets and midnight glow
The river hums a gentle tune
Soft as silk beneath the moon
Shadows stretch on old brick walls
Footsteps echo through the halls
A theater sleeps in painted light
Waiting dreams from yesterday's night
A paper cup with steam still warm
Whispers tales before the storm
Ashland follows the moon so slow
Through quiet streets and midnight glow
A town that knows the words to keep
And sings them softly in its sleep
The leaves all move like old ballet
They twirl, they rise, then drift away
The mountain holds a quiet fire
A voice below, a heart's desire
We pass the books and silent trees
Like time is paused in every breeze
A lantern flickers on the porch
The world forgets to rush or scorch
Ashland follows the moon so slow
Through quiet streets and midnight glow
A town that knows the words to keep
And sings them softly in its sleep
No need to run, no need to shout
This little place has figured out
That stillness speaks, and silence grows
Where every soul already knows
Ashland follows the moon so slow
Through quiet streets and midnight glow
A town that knows the words to keep
And sings them softly in its sleep
So let the night be calm and wide
Let Ashland be your gentle guide
No need to ask, just walk and see
The moon will show where you should be
