I am the Lonely Island
I have trees for climbing
Birds for singing
Fruit for eating
And water for fishing
I am the Lonely Island
The people have come
They have seen my treasures
They have climbed my trees
Sang with my birds
Eaten my fruit
And fished from my waters
I am the Lonely Island
They have left me
Left me to my loneliness
Left me to wither away
And have laughed at my suffering
But they did not take my treasures
I am the Lonely Island
I still have my trees
My birds
My fruit
And my waters for fishing
I am the Lonely Island
They think I am poison
That my trees will fall
My birds will stop singing
My fruit will kill them
And my waters will drown them
I am the Lonely Island
I still have my treasures
They are not seen anymore
And neither am I
Only memories still remain
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