night be still so they can wander, rivers run and water ponders, red and yellow leaves swept over yonder, a sky so dark the stars turn white, leaving morning jealous of the bejeweled night.
trees so thick with rings for years, sparrows sing the songs to tears, telling signs the new season nears, to and fro the animals go, but to where i do not know
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