Falling back and staring
With an alien sense of ease
The various things buried
Beneath the red weeping trees
Large portions of insight
Smaller portions of the soul
And tiny lives all held safe
In a vault where they grow.
With an alien sense of ease
The various things buried
Beneath the red weeping trees
Large portions of insight
Smaller portions of the soul
And tiny lives all held safe
In a vault where they grow.
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