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How long will we wait in the cold

numbing our hearts?

Farewall, greenness of the mountains.

All lost in time.

Wind blows, deep into the forest.

Trees red like fire.

Echoes of these distant voices

dwell in the wild.

Should we leave or stay?

The time has come to sail beyond.

Behind our eyes

the leaves are falling.

The perfume of my soul,

deep as graves, will fill the air.

In this burial ground,

no light escapes.

In the bleak day of my twilight,

tears shall fill my eyes,

for I will have found...

home.