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as the sun slowly sets over the river of gange

and the night gently pulls its cover over the landscape

dogs howl and frogs begin to creek

singing forlorn symphonies into the black

and the moon gently pulls at the earthand the space falls into spot-white stars

shimmering from a place where dreams

often tread over minds like a weave

that keeps them warm

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