The Elm Tree
Bends the elm at night, my darling
Branches rustling – here we are!
Early withered leaves keep falling
Some of them are flying far
Once I tried to follow these
My attempt to fly went wrong
Couldn’t catch a stronger breeze
That would take me to your home
As the darkness grows I see
That the nearest branch waves low
And it hisses - love, it’s me
I just came to say hello…
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