I want to be a dark tree in the shadows,
In a yard where nobody goes;
To be forgotten, just like starlight
In the ship's hold, far below.
I'll be the gate that never opens
On a field of barren grass,
That's covering up some long lost name
Of an upstart baroness.
I want to be the whisperer,
That stays behind your shadow,
To be that letter never delivered-
The one that wouldn't matter.
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