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A horned man, a blazing helmet |
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With a cooper and brassy shine |
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In reflections of rays in the moonlight |
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He danced faster and faster |
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Blaze of Embelishments and arms |
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Pride and Solitude - grief and Delight |
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Crying dark is all what's left |
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In an astray silver light |
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His cloak waved around |
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wings, as he was a Raven |
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... the horned man ... |
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And then a scream came out |
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A cry unbounded, a cry so wild |
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Like a calling of a Bird |
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But different - too long and Deep |
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He ran the forest in Night |
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Through ancient crowns of trees |
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And the forest has been filled |
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With his laughs and Dance |
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He jumped into wooden sky |
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Through leaves - through their green tenderness |
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He whirled in twilight |
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Filled his palms with the clay |
