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The veil is torn as soon as the lights of the sunset they die out. The little bodies light up after the summer breeze start to blow. The small procession continues its march until dawn, until the end of the dream. Poem (C): Me “A World” (C): Maximilian Lenz “Midsummer Eve” (C): Edward Robert Hughes “Spirit of the Night” (C): John Atkinson Grimshaw All the rights of the images, effects…