Whispering Woods

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Can such rising hoods and sobbing skies

Drop out without his exist?

Of water and fire

Of sky and earth

Of birth and death

When the door of truth is right,

All components of satisfaction and distress are replied

Beguiling the ocean and mixing the sky sets

No, those are all bluffs

Since each man along these lines may whisper in the woods,

Tend to hysteria, upon to vanish in itself