| As if to hasten the fading glow of the sun
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| Nocturnal insects rise in their constant hum
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| The humid earth responde to Twilight’s call
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| Sending forth the mists of evenfall…
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| Into shades of grey the evergreen’s subdued
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| By my feet, flowers of Witchery are abloom
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| Bittersweet scented in this late summer night
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| Human consciousness penetrated with starlight
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| A journey will begin here; |
| onerous thoughts drift to me
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| Now as the powers of nature are manifest
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| The meadow grows into an alien garden of plenitude
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| Destination unknown, sanity put to a test
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| The Glacial epoch brought these moss covered stones
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| On which I stir from the grasp of restless dreams
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| I feel a chilly breath pass through my hollow bones
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| The reign of summer will soon be dethroned
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| Like a corpse rotting in a rack
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| Or wintry winds coming over fast
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| It is all reminder of a single fact;
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| All life held so dear is only here to pass |