| When the sun goes down
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| As the world falls asleep
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| Taken By Curiosity
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| I behold the forest so deep
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| I hear calling of owls
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| The wind as it howls
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| the last song of the birds till dawn
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| to this, I’m most drawn
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| Into a world of mystery
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| I journey on embraced by the breeze
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| My only guide be the fireflies
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| and their power to mesmerize
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| The spirits of trees
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| The magnificent canopies
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| Draped in Growing vines
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| one by one they intertwine
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| I hear the gentle strum of a lute
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| mixed with the rush of the water shoot
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| Losing all conciousness of time
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| discovering a new sublime
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| Out of mist the entitites take flight
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| Forming a cluster of colour and light
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| Harvesting Honey and acorns for their Kin
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| Twinkling, as they dance on the wind |