When passing by this place, alone,
I stopped for while, sat by a stone;
With weary stare, I touched the earth;
I know this place yet quite unknown...
Some spirits fly in distant north,
These faceless ghosts are summoned forth;
I slowly drown in memories
And ponder if they've any worth...
In silence, far from lone cities,
Shining aloof through drooping trees;
Its wondrous pale captured my sight
With whispers of the misty breeze...
The birds above will soon stop flight
With fleeting of sleepy twilight
And I can't wait to fall in night
And I can't wait to fall in night...
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