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the sky is dark and filled with ominous clouds
across the field of swaying grass 
a large looming oak sways in the wind
if you listen you can hear the sounds of our ancestors 
crying
as they walk here between the worlds 
every day hoping someone will remember...
smile at the thought of them 
remember the old ways 
but no one is here ,no one out there who remembers 
no one who can even recall who they were let alone a face