I am a gypsy forest for you.
With a band of feral animals behind me.
We will make noise,
the good kind.
The kind that will be heard.
The kind that saves.

And you will rouse,
you will find, 
you will remember,
you will return,
you will abandon,
you will jump into the river,
with your brothers and sisters, 
under a new moon.

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