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awaken in the silent night.

alone, inland hysteria.
i am a stranger in this land.
here I kneel before you.

oh, solemn glory.
standing together on the hill.
nothing is spoken, but understood.
below, a procession of wooden men.
swinging their tree trunks in the wind.

the white birches are alive, they are marching.