The bird calls with long voice
along the valley's deepening rift,
darkness pours in
Carrying the sound beyond its echoes.
Away, away
until the source is no more
Decay touches the wing,
strokes gently the feathers.
They are going into the ground
Forgotten.
There is no refrain,
no repetition without destruction
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