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A young man I used to be
As I muse beneath this poplar tree
We are dust and nothing more
Exiles from a distant shore
A fallen leaf from the tree of life
Given to excess and so easy to entice
The tree I knew no longer there
The hilltop wooded now stands bare
I will weep so no one can see
The pain that lays inside of me
Forgive me sir and if you could
Leave me to disappear into these woods
That no longer stand but in my mind
Are unaffected by the sands of time
I will no longer speak your name
Or call out to you in vain
Let me rest under this tree
Let me pretend that I am free
I need nothing but time to think
To hold a rock and let me sink
Into the waters of my mind
Away from the holy divine
I am a man and nothing more
An exile from a distant shore
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