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Silence rises in the clamor

Like a sunset in the winter,

Taking over with soft power;

A running prey but no hunter.

As grow the murmurs of nothing

Among the young, among the old,

No leaf is even heard falling,

Not a word from coward or bold.

As night rising over the Earth

Colors it all in vibrant black,

What has been gained is what they lack;

Of gold is understood the worth.

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