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Sundown on indian summer
The bending light is breaking
The sound is living and breathing
Swift as clouds and other forms so fleeting
A devil hand upon me to do his bidding
When the front line gave we retreated into the caves
Living in darkness and whispers
No comforting forms before my eyes
Dreaming of the green earth from my blackspace
To the thunder snow sky
