Songs echo in twilight, shadows enjoy the melancholy tune, day shifts to the darkness, movement of evil resumes.
Voices reach out, searching for remorse, apparitions wonder about, not sure of their course.
Draw by the voice of that bird so sweet, such a lovely sound, through the forest it's beauty resounds.
One starts to sing, the others join its pace, depression overshadows me, a frown pulls my face.
Reflections of my life, regrets fill my head, yet I feel sorry for them, the cries of the dead.
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