To feel the light,
and not hear the hum
of bees, from where ?
And smell the dying grass
and the sweet mint,
because I had come to an
end.
Here was both road and inn,
the sum of what's not forest.
But 'twas here they asked me if
I did not pass...
Yesterday this way ?
Not you ?
Queer.'
Who then ?
Who knows ?
Lets prepare for the worst,
and hope for the best...
and not hear the hum
of bees, from where ?
And smell the dying grass
and the sweet mint,
because I had come to an
end.
Here was both road and inn,
the sum of what's not forest.
But 'twas here they asked me if
I did not pass...
Yesterday this way ?
Not you ?
Queer.'
Who then ?
Who knows ?
Lets prepare for the worst,
and hope for the best...
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