Sweet bleak bliss of these pale mists pass...
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and i watch in trance how this weather's wind howls between the trees...
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and how these last signs of light smoothly dances within...
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trying to ease this dark burden... just let me emerge in and touch sylvan-night...
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Carefully they caress me and touch gently...
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though my worlds are not spoken here and never revealed...
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i do dream this in myself as i'm painfully wrapped in leafs...
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Sylvan-Night
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| Shape of Despair |
