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I’m worried

The memories had grown into sundry landscapes

Before our nature abandoned them to the forests

To live in the shadows of trees

And feed on the poor and diseased

Wasted beauty – stored as ancient remains

The bigger the cloud, the more it will rain

The last thing I need is you to worry

The last thing I need is you to care

Cause I’m worried and scared

To think that the world might deform

And burst the chambers with all that we left behind

Dark truths will rise from forgotten landscapes

Please promise you’ll wait for me

Just don’t worry

cause I’m worried