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This woodland
Is a holy place,
Where solitude
Disappears into space

Listen to. The tales of the trees,
Their breath caresses you
Like a lovely breeze,
With your fingers,
You touch the bark
And feel the pulse of
Their wooden heart

As darkness... Devours... Daylight

Once this realm
Was shining bright,
Driving in this

Boundless dark,
Hear the carrion's
Carillons hark!
Remain, forever in this
Sylvan sanctuary,
Believer, as you are blinded;
By your gnostic dreams
Hypnotised by hypocrites

As darkness
Devours that daylight,
Once this realm
Was shining bright;
Driving in this
Boundless dark,
Hear the carrion's
Carillon hark!

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