Her tall tree on its side
I know what it feels like
I felt so anchored in my forest bed
When vows swoop and it's an upside
To dream about
Your axes out
Often my army had been taken out
But taking stuck in the morning
Can my art and I save my pins
For such a specimen as you
Do we go there
Beneath the pins
To dream about
Your axes out
I would go for names
In wood on a night like this
How over straighten name
For souls are even

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