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I realize that I am left
In the stale midnight
I look into sky
There are no stars
Only dense darkness around me
Stinging my body the wind whistles as serpents
The fogs drop on the decay leaves lied on the ground
As sounds of ghost’s steps
The swaying trees are robbing me to consume
As if giants of devils
In the windy dark midnight
The night is haunting
And I am lonely astray
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