Is it what you want; to sing for you tonight
For sky, stars and spirit comets
That none your eye can see
Or fly like a blind bird through the unknown paths of heart
And to be more satisfied
Force me to be a tree! ?
If really makes you happy
So let me count my polite roots
To push them deep in a empty spirit soil
With my no-mouth boots…
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