they have come again
little brown men
the night gets silent, then the wind
they want the window opened
to the sky
go myself
and the beings
I cant believe what im seeing
to describe would be hard
but they are out in the yard
they have come and are peaceful
they speak but have no mouths
there is a sound
but what do I hear
there is a change
when they appear
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