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beneath a ragged cloak, in the grip of autumn’s darkness,
this grim tale unfolds, a haunting sight to witness,
a figure with a horse skull, a spectral form of dread,
wandering through the chilling night, collecting souls for the dead
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∴
beneath a ragged cloak, in the grip of autumn’s darkness,
this grim tale unfolds, a haunting sight to witness,
a figure with a horse skull, a spectral form of dread,
wandering through the chilling night, collecting souls for the dead
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∴
granite giant looms,
in onerous toil, we strive,
victory’s sweet breath
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endless thoughts may churn,
in clutching shadows tightly,
freedom’s path obscured
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in the garden at dawn, a gnome so small,
snuggling ‘neath a mushroom, cozy and all
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with a sparkle in his eye, he dreams away,
in the first light of day, where dreams still hold sway
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under the soft candlelight’s glow we tread,
each flicker, a truth unveiled, in shadows spread
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into the thick where darkness laments and sighs,
paradox deepens beneath the starlit skies
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on this dim-lit trail, until the rising sun
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∴ in woods’ deep twilight,
a lute’s wild chords resounding,
creatures gather close
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moonlit party takes control,
chaos beneath night’s bold cloak
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in search of answers, i stumble and fumble,
through the chasm of thought, in shadows i crumble
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guided by starlight, my journey’s begun,
chasing truth’s rabbit, ‘neath the setting sun
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