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The Change

I feel the cold
The wind blows
My hair moves
All is still

The changing air
I feel the evil
It envelops me
I shiver

I see the change
Plants die
Everything is gray
Turning to stone

Finally it's over
All is normal
I feel the cold
The wind blows

Please tell me what you think

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