But by us being upright in you I must.
You have touched myself, ringed by fire.
To wander about come in search of.
Seeded the roots pierce each heart.
In the forest for the second time around.
Walking about I must rise and by you I fall.
A bush shrouds the center and.
I must as the tree does, I must push and rise.
O' the center where distant off I stand.
Under the sun covered by my shadow.
The forest Us, the O' rings,
bleeding hearts from the center.
Under the leaves up through the soil.
Like a vine through the bushes it rises,
In the forest standing some remain.
Needles by others are gathered.
Need conquers each sorrow of my life.
In the forest is life one of sorrow life is of song.
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