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Alone On a midnight walk With the trees that rise The sky stretches on For eternity like a blanket The sky sheds not a tear As the blade of a comet slices The soft glow of the moon stings. The hoot of the owl Taunts its late night visitor, The eyes pierce Into the night like a knife Watching the one who Dares to disturb their slumber A little bit farther, The river laughs At the troll of the frogs The firefly is lost in it's dance. For at night Under the eternal sky The world changes Alone On a midnight walk.
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