Wet tree, gloomy wood... The haze covers space around. This wood for some reason gives fairy mood, Shadow of friend now is lost on the ground... Dreamy man is unknown today... Fires of glowworms shine in the haze. I stumble in darkness having losing a way... How I can to see someone's face?... I hear whistle or of birds of of demons... I hear groan or of owls orr of souls. Ghost people have gone and just sound. Feeling invisible hands I'm afraid to be bound. I don't wish to wander with any phantom. Glowworms probably are someone's mind. I don't want to meet the old gnome. The man of my dream will be mine, world is wide!!! | 
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