12/2015
Farewell, I'm off to the woods,
Where the little birdies are
To the river,
Where the crows and the eagles are
To the grassy meadow
Where the Deer people paw the snow
And no-one is blown in wordy winds of war
Farewell, I leave you arguing for your crown
My diadem is made of leaves
That have floated to the ground
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