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In moonlit night

Upon a hill

A lonely tree

Caressed by wind.

Its branches strong

Its roots grow deep

A shallow grave

Beneath its leaves.

Oh, how I ache

Oh, how I dream

To find some peace

To be released.

Released from pain

From broken dreams

Regrets of what

Could have been.

Oh, how I ache,

Oh, how I dream

To feel the wind

Beneath my leaves.

The earth calls out

A whispered hymn

Decay and dust

Shall welcome me in.

No flesh remains

No sorrow deep

Only the roots

Where I shall sleep.