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In the dark of the woods, you hear a soft laugh, carried on the wind.
Is it far away? Or is it near? Did you only imagine it?
The moonlight shines through the trees, obscuring what is real.
If she disliked you, or feared you, you never would have heard that laugh,
But if you make an offering to her, and praise her,
She just might grant your wish.

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