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Upon the hill we saw

a figure wreathed in red.

With smoke around it rising

it sang to the newly dead.


"Do not give what cannot be taken"

It's mouth did not move.

"There is no country for us,

and no fruit within this grove"

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Anonymous

Love this, got the desk mat version of this!! Altered my computer lighting to be white and red to accompany it :)