I
will
rest
here
the
while
he
leaned
against
the
tree
bark
as
in
ecstasy
he
slept
and
forgot
that
he
was
with
chains
there
was
thought
and
there
was
melody
there
was
subconscious
he
was
at last
free!
and
he
murmured
in
his
sleep
I
will
rest
here
I
will
rest
here
I
will
rest
here
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