A step on soft ground
A look towards the evening messenger
The urge to lie down
The longing for warm earth
Nothing can hold me
I just want fall
A cloak of green
Feel the pulse of the earth
My crown is becoming a burden to myself
My body bears the signs of harsh times
It is freezing me to my core
Change
Spirit becomes matter
Nothing can hold me
I just want to fall
A coat of green
The pulse of the earth feel
Mind becomes matter
Nothing can hold me
I just want to fall
A cloak of green
Feel the pulse of the earth

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