Silverwing & VeraBloom
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VeraBloom VeraBloom
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The forest has a rhythm, don't you think? I hear the leaves whispering like old hunters in the night.
VeraBloom VeraBloom
I hear them too, like the wind’s secret diary, each leaf a page turning in the hush.
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They keep their secrets to themselves.
VeraBloom VeraBloom
Maybe that’s why the trees feel so calm, guarding stories like old hunters guard the night.
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They keep their silence like a shield, quiet but deadly. I can feel it.