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this is some song i wrote...when i was mad...

when the tree's leaves leave
and the hawks talon's cleave
how the cold autumn wind
may blow~

when the sun set sits
at the edge of the lips
of the cold autumn wind
it blows

ooo~

how the snow it falls
and the cold it calls
to the spring
who yearns for sleep

how the moon it hides
behind the dawn
which mines the spring
it yearns for sleep

ooo~

while the blossoms sing
and its beauty, it rings
which in turn
wakes the eager heat

while the lake it dreams
of the shallow steams
whom know the eager heat

ooo~

now the sands near the shores
awake the satisfied oars
but this land
will soon the lush brush

now the cardinals sweep
through the rain drops so sweet
oh how the birds
will soon miss thier lush brush

huh. odd. every time i read it, the tune, which comes with it, comes back as well.