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Immerging from the shadowed path
A shadowed man with a shadowed past
With a shadow down at the side of his heels
And a shadowed figure, knows not what he feels.
And the trees of bare except yellow and red
Dance about below his head
But not the one of his tailing child
Who is too shy to immerge in the dark or wild.
And lo the man at the base of the tree
Of leaves of yellow and none of green
Sleeps and lies at peace and ease
Sleeps and lies in a shadowed heap
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