I cannot see the simple things
The feathers on a sparrow's wing
The things that loom above my head
Are what I see, and what I dread.
I feel so empty, so alone
It's like my heart is made of stone
Now that the deed I did is done
I feel that now I have to run
After the Song of Trees was sung
After the Singing was finally done
I feel like I just want to cry
To go, to leave, to say goodbye
It's
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