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The
dim light forest
The
shadows dancing free
The
whirring breezes of cold air
The
silent of the night
The
flickering dark shadows
They
move from tree to tree
They
laugh eerily in the darkness
They
know they are themselves
The
ground of moist leaves
The
dead ones fall from the trees
The
breathing of the last breath
For
the ground will swallow it
On
the ground behind trees
The
light and shadows walk
In
single file to pursue a need
The
world of living and death
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