Hide my songs in your silence.
Cover my touch with mud and sand.
But you forget, I am the seed,the kernel, the essence.
One night, when you are tired of this crazy world,
and your heavy eyes shed moisture,
In your mind, and in your body.
I'll sprout. I'll grow.
And I'll become the forest.
Go bury me nicely.
in your mind, and in your body.
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