_As I,_
_Once lived;_
_On great mountains;_
_Making not a piece of sound._
_And in my dying moments,_
_I lay silent in a bed of pretty flowers._
_I’m crushed, with my skin of shaded brown,_
_Now a part of the Earth' ground as it erodes._
_In the wind, I whisper whisperings of my time,_
_A forgotten season lost in winter, and life._
_In a forest filled to the brim of dreams,_
_Parked underneath the shade,_
_Once guarded, and unafraid._
_And what a shame,_
_Soon I’ll be gone_
_With the wind,_
_Forgotten_
_Of_
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__M__
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Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 3:23 AM UTC
_As I,_
_Once lived;_
_On great mountains;_
_Making not a piece of sound._
_And in my dying moments,_
_I lay silent in a bed of pretty flowers._
_I’m crushed, with my skin of shaded brown,_
_Now a part of the Earth' ground as it erodes._
_In the wind, I whisper whisperings of my time,_
_A forgotten season lost in winter, and life._
_In a forest filled to the brim of dreams,_
_Parked underneath the shade,_
_Once guarded, and unafraid._
_And what a shame,_
_Soon I’ll be gone_
_With the wind,_
_Forgotten_
_Of_
__N__
__A__
__M__
__E__
__S__
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