your forest path without chains
Your eyes don't see the falling snow
You dance again on sheltered plains
Like a thousand million years ago
your leaves come off of branches soon
Your eyes do not see a dying dream
we'll be back here in a flaming June
windows and lights will dim
wood in the hood
heal me and kill
your neighborhood
with muted root
wood in the hood
I disappear
I understood
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