A fleeing desire to be heard
Unto the ears of the trees
Grown to their height.
Fly, fly away
Come with me now
Fly, fly away
I will wait here for you.
As the darkness grows
The leaves turn
The rattling of the graves
Grows louder
Like an archer's arrow
It pierces the air
Giving the fright.
Fly, fly away
Come with me know
Fly, fly away
I cannot wait here.
Flying sparrow
Crying to the sky
Of all things seen
In the rattled
Night.
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