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In my bed I lay
And in my thoughts I fall
A heap of flowers dead
On a brown autumn floor

I see the souls, they’re all alone
Before me, never thought of them at all
One looks upon the other
Across the lakes of sorrow
Shadowed by a darkly past
It is then I hear them whisper
That they wish to part
To the lands of snowy North
To the seas of summer South

I stretch across the moistened earth
And dream the dreams of being free
Of beings nestled upon the feathers
Of the nature’s bird uncaged

Uncaged, of the metal chains
But the cold, it creeps and lingers
Our heart it, does not hear

Too late, I see them flatter
Purple wings, of forest’s spirit
Sprinkling births in pastures new
Virgin seeds where will emerge
Lands of wheat. Lands of grass
Where we could settle, gently down
Onto strands of golden locks
Farmer’s daughter who sings our song
To guide one Jay to his home
To the land of
To the land of
foolish Hope