I had a lone home by the meadow-
Deep and dusk and calm.
With woods afar my window,
I never wondered to.
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Kill me slow
Not as fast
Gun harm bleeding
Out my heart
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I can no more be your one.
So I friend the streets
And follow them.
To their ending,
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Campfire and drum-beat morn,
Farewell, goodbye.
Those who own Earth,
Are owned by dust.
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</>In the middle of my garden,
grows my wilting heart.
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The new was sparkle
The old was Shine.
The new was wild,
The old was mine.
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Birds if you don't hear her,
And morning falls.
Grass afraid to grow.
And sunshine dims.
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When I am Earth's,
And tempests rise,
Cast at calmless sea,
Of restless spice.
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If I cannot wake,
I cannot sing;
If I cannot sing,
I cannot joy.
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