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Reflections in the Twilight In the quiet
I hear a sound
Fills me with dread
Every time
Though the years
I look up
Even when inside
I learned it
Then I was young
To know it well
What it meant
Never is good
Always is bad
Bad for someone
Always is bad
Long ago
Many years
Learned to fear
Copters
