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Breathe silently or make the ghostly voice surrender Stride carefully or let the forest bleed forever I shall pick the tallest tree Strong and sturdy just for me Ask it if I may end my days Clambering its graceful frame Rising up high, scenic beauty unfolds Only the wind scouting these grounds makes a sound Breathe silently or make the voices die forever Strive carefully or let the forest be my shelter Leave, violently or make it all be for the better Hide, stealthily or let me peacefully surrender And once I tied and formed a sling I saw a bird that had a broken wing The bird was tired, could barely sing Is this pain all that my life can bring? And all it took was a piece of string Around a stick to mend the broken wing Through the forest now its voice could ring Bow for this tree now has a brand new king! And all the while I hung From the oak's eldest son Dangling in the breeze As the mother of the broken Is this beauty not lovable? Enough to change my mind? Soaking in the silence Anguish lingering Hang Hang Hang Hang