Move the canopy

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There is a place, in the deep black woods

Where nobody goes.

Nobody ever goes

And in that place, there are many trees,

But there are none to breathe their air

Nobody ever goes

And below those trees, there is shadow on the ground

But the damp earth is undisturbed

Because nobody ever goes

And across that earth, there is moss crawling up rock

And it just grows and grows

For nobody ever goes

And to the side of that rock is a deep black hole

That echoes with nothing but the wind

For nobody ever goes

And in that hole is something unknown

But cries out to the wind and howls

Nobody ever goes

And behind the something unknown is an army

Of red, and clear, and black

Nobody ever goes

And sometimes, the army leaves the hole

To go out to the people

But nobody ever goes

Not until they are sung in; not until they are crooned to

But think not badly of them

For nobody ever goes

Not until the trees begin to seduce, and the ground feels comfortable

Because they cannot see the sky above through the trees

But nobody ever goes

Yes, many leave

Yes, many see the hole, and hear the cries and the howls

But be wondrous, and be appraising

That nobody ever goes

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