overhead my spirit flies in plasticide and crimson skies whispering winds in moonlit wood a totem oak once golden stood how i wish that you were here before all flowers disappeared we'd lay together in the sun before the mindrape had begun now stones are falling from my hands are shaking all my beloved land and only in my tears it lasts
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