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in the nameless forest of themoonlight flamesfrom the scornful moonsurrounded by shadowsthe trees seems so sore when the wind blowsthrough the silent and red eyed sky...those countless graves remindsme of the cold in thewinds that rules the forestthose countless graves seems torise before my eyesthrough the sun through thehellish through the forestry - asa shadow from the empty past -like twilight into the dismal nighta bright morning light reach mysore eyes - with a flaming smilethe sun rises
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