The Talk of Trees
Once when I was lost,
I laid my head down,
On a bed of leaves,
And dragged the night over me,
As it drizzled on me,
I tossed and turned,
And In a waking dream,
I could see the trees bending over me,
Talking in dulcet tones.
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