shine on me morning sun
pass treetops long span
below fallen leaves gone
burn to dust, ashes found
rain should be wishing well
borne seeds all over trail
tired heels worn out shoe
walking through this hollow
come, bus pick me up today
i need rest from this play
were not for a good reason
should have end this season
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