The tree is dancing
The sky is blue
The ground is leaping
The land is confused
The thirsty ground,
Harbors the weeping grass
The reckless flies,
Murmur for the tasty gland
Lost within the plain
Swallowed by the arcane way
Lost without a gaze
For all is fading with the byways
Lost within the plain
Broken beyond repair
Lost in a fugacious land,
Where everything is confused without a plan
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