| Here i stand like an old maple
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| Hidden in the deep forest
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| Frozen but surrounded by beauty
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| I’m touching the flame
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| She’s dancing among the trees
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| Prickled by the thorns of roses
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| Driven by the desire to be free
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| She wants to know what tomorow will be Lying beneath the leaves the smell
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| Of earth she breathes
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| The night is gloomy
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| And the day is long
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| In the autumn twilight
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| Black flowers for the soul
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| Stonelike
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| The mould on the untouched stones
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| Cold as the dark
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| The soil soaked in the faintness
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| At that gloomy time
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| Drowsy i ford through the wasteland |