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Silk this freezing chant

Sit still around the frozen time campfire

Telling ghost stories

Sufficient to arise ancient grudge

And hurl the banners aloft



Size the opposition

Sieze the resources kill the lives necessarily

Making ghosts sorry

Across the hills and dunes

And stir the growing crops



Since the heaving tide

Sizzled the growing minds

Faking ghost calls

Sufficient to scare love away

A wind sears the forest tops