In the quiet of the forest
A single man walks alone
The moon refuses to light his way
He remembers the woods
As they were in the spring
Bursting with light and color
He remembers when his path was easy
And the way was straight and sure
Before the sun set, a terrible time
Now it is dark and the colors obscured
Turning gray as time goes by
Only words are left to him now
The colors sang to him
What seems like so long ago
And now they've fallen silent
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