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I call and call into the void

A name peculiar to my ears,

A word they say I should avoid

But that chases away my fears.

I shout and shout into a sea

Of thousands of bright stars and moons

Hoping someone will hear this plea,

Hoping for them to reply soon,

Sadly my voice echoes against

A wall of emerald and silver

– Strong standing rocks, trees that shiver –

And my answer, I have long sensed,

Shall not return to put to rest

The aching of my wounded soul

For in this infinite forest

None can keep long their feelings whole.

I call and call as the days part

A name familiar to my lips,

A word that has come to eclipse

Even the bright Sun in my heart.

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