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Gene Passehl

Soft and silent the word turns
Leaves not to burn so brighten the night
For here the right were wrong
And the strong now gone
Somewhere in darkness
I heard a whisper
Did I fall so silent
Did they hear not scream
Sudden and brutal
I fear the dream
Only to wake in silent scream
She kissed me softly
And all was just that
Lost in the mist of
Dreamland fate