[R. Nattefrost and J. Nordavind]
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At the great wood's mouth,
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by the deep cave's door.
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I listened to something
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I had heard before.
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The wood's mouth.
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In a field I am the absence.
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Wherever I am
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I am what is missing.
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And in silence I observe
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When I walk I part the air
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and always the air moves in.
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To fill the spaces
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where my body has been...
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I close my eyelids.
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There was nothing more to say.
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I've seen it all before.
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But, I find comfort in silence,
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summer melacholia.
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The air shivered against my skin.
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Dark leaned into my eyes.
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Those threatening clouds.
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The sweet music of the summer rain.
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The mist in early hours.
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The dominant winds.
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In Silence I Observe
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| Carpathian Forest |
