.he is sitting on a hill
a vapid night is crawling through the vale
the trees are fangs of transiency
the demons forge hammers and nails
the spring is in the air>the sirens in the skies
the wind is in his hair>the morning`s in his eyes
the rain turns on
and he will .
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