A year has gone by
I did nothing
My life went unsung
With it still,
In your trees
Birds chirped
Flowers bloomed
Said a charming hi
How kind is your world
In which this fallen
tune
Is a part
How warm
Greif! For what
I know not
I rejoice in the space!
Moments welcome,
Pour in my flute,
Your sweetness
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