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This poem is about one silent moment of the rangers:
Forests in twilit clothes
Flames dancing in my eyes
Precious birds of evening
Say nothing to be wise.
My soul is flying away
By ancient wings of dreams
Telling silent tales of
Our lives' secret streams.
[ March 12, 2002: Message edited by: Gabo Darvas ]
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