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At the great wood's mouth, 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 |
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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 |
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I observe |
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When I walk |
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I part the air and always the air moves in. |
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To fill the spaces 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, 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. |
