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The evening is a brush

That paints strange portraits

Wild scenes all in a rush

Of wonders, loves, and hates

Wind that passess between branches

Dwindling light a pattern maker

Cascades meaning in avalanches

Summon now the undertaker

For apathy has passed beyond 

We live in light we live in shadow

In a sacred sort of bond

Intermingling to glow

As crimson petal

Of the waxing maple

All in one and one in All

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