When the dark is walking tall and the leaves still fall
Creeping in the shadows, rustling with each foot fall
Swirling, whispering sounds mysteriously call
The dead are still sleeping, silently walking tall


Singing and dancing the light draws me near
Figures embracing so full of good cheer
The songbird she ceases and then to veer
The approach is unwelcome and made clear


To sit awhile, lonely, yet to still be full
Recalling memories with the gentlest pull
Animations configure, none of them dull
One more tear and a glass needing to be full

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