We sing in the branches, The birds of night, born brittle In broken words and melancholic memes, As holy as the body in a dream Woven in, set upon a tree, Old and scorned, played out like a fiddle With worn out strings, a holy …
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alone in the bush where night is calling within the open sky as dark as the one I love I wander in the sand while cutting twigs in a path the bells have echoed somewhere in the night this midnight soup has broken up my …
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There was an island, somewhere in the sea, He sailed for miles away from any land, Alone and guided by the stars he’d see To distant shores on narrow strands of sand. On setting foot, he looked at far-off peaks, Arising past a thousand ancient …
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