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The world begins its fade
And the favour that the winter remembers
Only in summer
Can we be itís the way
The flavour is the call
As time stands and waits
There is a call that only the wolf can hear
Beckoning the woods to its favour,
Scent that repels the hurt of man
And keeps time there
Caught and softly purring
To the heard moment.


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Remember my friend, despite all you are, all we are, the universe will tick on, long past our departure.


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