The pale pink blossom wavered afar,
As the gentle breeze blew so sweetly,
The unseen birds chirped out of sight,
As the mighty grayish great of the heavens,
Waited patiently for the grand darkness,
The darkness not stained by fear or sadness,
That which is filled with clam peace,
Amid the struggle of the dangerous deceitful light
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