The
wind blowing
The
rustling of the leaves
The
echo of the sound
The
mind begins to imagine
In
the night
When
the time is quiet
The
echo of haunting sound
The
scratching of branches
The
night of sound
The
mind will start to dream
In
the far distance of the night
The
scream of the hunted
The
angels may stop
Turn
around to check
The
sound of whirring wind
The
dancing shadows ring
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