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let us return to the place where
the careful plans of man lay bare
the twisted trees are not so fair
beneath the crashing thunder's stare
let us return to the place deep
beneath the solemn willow's weep
and borne against the shadow keep
casting down the darkening steep
for rest finds itself in darkness
in keeping secrets, in closed eyes
for peace finds breath amidst chaos
in comparisons to passion
so let's return to dreaming states
where greatness so solemnly waits
upon the shore of parting straits
where waves question our broken fates
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