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A hidden cave, the wind, a rush
Where spirits linger, under brush

Some may show themselves to you
While others share a different view

You never know when they’ll appear
Perhaps it’s just that one stray deer

Who grazes, on the leaves of green
And every flower, in between

Nonchalantly, he will walk by
Then disappear, in bushes, high

Maybe you’ll chance a stroll, go to him
Dare to be brave, go out on a limb

Fear not the company, of those spirits, light-hearted
For they guard the shelter, of the dearly departed





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