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Day winds down,
as a clock going slow.
The night peeks out,
making the shadows grow.
Meet you tonight,
where the dark waters flow.
Spirit's chant of the ghost dance,
winds move a silent chill.
Footsteps embracing the earth,
yet the dust lies still.
Shooting stars embrace the sky,
with their journey to fulfill.
A gaunlet of time,
tunneling existance.
What lied close,
now lies in distance.
What seemed slow,
is now here for instance.
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