As Night Falls Slowly
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Anil Kumar Panda
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When from the west the wicked wind
Comes blowing making an eerie sound
The sun dips low like a fallen soldier and
Shadows fall long across the ground
When the stream stops singing songs
And stares at the Pole star feeling uneasy
It is time for the people to go indoor and
Ghosts to dance in the cemetery going crazy
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