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There

No soul around

Shadows are built

To create mountains and abysses

Fun for all floors

 

There

Like here

But in fact

Is there anybody there

On this mystic plain

Where a smiling tree

Inject his venom

To unflying leaves

 

There

No soul around

Rain is melting shadows

In oceans and rivers

Straight to fabulous sources

Created by shades of dreams

 

An echo whistles

On Hollow Beach

The moon looks back

And sings a song

For the ancient mariner

Whose son spents his time

In a full smiling fight

From the cradle

Of his rocking armchair