The rustling of leaves, the whistle of the wind,
The moon shining bright and the howling cold breeze.
It made me anxious and I felt a twitch,
It made me ponder, it made me think.
When everything goes right, when everything goes mercifully, 
There comes this slightest of doubt, this ambiguity.
Is everything really fine, is everything really glee, 
Or are we the mere puppets, pretending it playfully?

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