End Of A Story
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A bell is chiming at a distance
The wind has stopped above
Folds of land as if in a trance
The soul is about to leave for
Its den somewhere above the sky
Silence will creep in as a shadow
Someone in the hut is going to die
The pyre will light up the eyes
Smell of charred flesh wakes up
The wolves as they run with cries
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