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He and I seek the silent
Pathway through the green

Shrouded in the woven
Branches of the wood

Clutching fallen canes
Dead from the living trees
My joy unbound
Blood from the past
He and I on the silent path

This is the way we know, we go on

Dense and narrow
Barred by branches
Wrought in tangled webs
A seamless tapestry of leaves

And so it comes to pass
We go our separate ways
Solitary course to a place of rest

Crashing through the calm thick green
This is the way, the only way

Hard and course is the path to our place of rest

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