The Second Night

The second night came and
Sleep fell over me
I could see the stars
As I entered someone else’s head
A man that had long been dead
His memories, beautiful and true
Living as a herd, a man of the land
I followed him for many years
Moving cattle in Brittany
In the 18th century
But the wind in the
Trees took me away from his
Efforts and misery

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