At distant mountain passes high, as evening falls on grasslands nigh, who still sees the signal's glow, where silent winds of twilight blow? Crimson clouds in stillness lie, unmoving in the darkening sky, while old dreams softly drift and rise, in hush of night where memory lies.
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