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for a contest |
| A grassy knoll overlooking a colored valley, Jutting misplaced stones and non-native shrubbery, And yet a very natural taste on the air, A crisp clean sky seemingly touchable by an outstretched arm, The message would apparently be of joy. Day fades dark, Brain Waves emitted from deep graves scream to a hollow night, Hoping for one listener, One translator, And one reply. |