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the sun is shadowed overhead as i walk this long path forward the trees, twisted with thorns the leaves black and i look back at Nothing my shadow walks its own path falling away on either side of my a single glance of light is hardly in sight the only form of something is a black crow which becomes my new shadow for the sun is shadowed overhead as i walk this long path forward

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