| New Forest (Five Heads of the Sun) |
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| Through distances of green |
| We move toward the sound |
| Is this moment as it seems |
| Always something is hidden |
| The ground’s pulse |
| What time is here |
| Everything feels close |
| Something always is about to appear |
| You said, I can’t imagine — |
| What about now |
| Dear one, dear one, I can’t imagine — about now |
| In the rain see a new forest rise |
| Hand over heart at the sight |
| What, dear one, about now |
