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I cannot reconcile myself to this - I wish I could!I cannot live the =life I ought to live - I know I should!I cannot bring myself to =pray,
Except to wish these words away
They echo round my head
But soon they =will escape
Across the bleak landscape
There is a tree that grows out of this earth
It stands alone
There is a =wind that shaped it from its birth
By whom the seed was sown
I cannot =bring myself to sing
It is a wild, untethered thing
That echoes round my =head
But soon it will escape
Across the bleak landscape
I cannot bring myself to... speak
Except to wish myself asleep
Every word =unuttered
Only serves to clutter up my head
When I go to bed
I dream =that
Soon I will escape
Across the bleak landscape
And soon we shall escape
Across our very own bleak landscape
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