I see this object at night
With me sometimes behind
Sometimes near me, aligned
Then it follows me outright
As I walk, I look, It walks
I stumble, stumble too
It copies me to what I do
It makes me crazy as we walks
And I ask then; Who are you? 
But it never answers me
Then night owl uttered from a tree
Who, who, whom you talking to? 
I said: To the thing that follows me! 
Night owl laughs: ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
That's your shadow, you're 'el loco '
You're just drunk and really crazy
Ency Bearis
(c)   copyright 2012                
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