Cried
The red dusk
Lining
In the marsh
The sickly marsh
Wading and waddling
A figure black
Beginning of the night
The figure’s
Still
Waddling in the marshes
Lone
And scared
The figure black
Looks here and there
And the red dusk
Fleeing
Cries
Cries
Cries.
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