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The paths are covered with moss, the pine needles are like arrows,
Where I step, the earth breathes; where I sigh, the wind has died down.
The sun got entangled in the treetops like a red squirrel,
Wake me up, ancient root, respond to my quiet verse.
The shadows move against the sun,
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