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Whispers in the shadows of the wind
They tell secrets of forsaken memories
Of longing, of fondness, of deceit, of an end
Abandoned for the sake of peace
For only a short while

Dew sleepily walks down to Earth
And, Flora drinks Dew's imparted nourishment
Earth quiescently awaits on Dawn to give birth
While, resting with the sweet spirits of the witching hour
Sanguine in her thoughts of tomorrow

Frost joins younger Dew onto the field
Remembering his forgotten days
Melancholic in his nature, he does yield
Withdrawn, listening to the echoes of greenwoods
Turning cold