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Walking through the forgotten wood
To see the words abandoned
By the men who face
The overturned rocks
That lie under mosses
Growing wearily towards
Hidden pockets of rain
And vast filtered air
by
Walking through the forgotten wood
To see the words abandoned
By the men who face
The overturned rocks
That lie under mosses
Growing wearily towards
Hidden pockets of rain
And vast filtered air