Truth, I didn't write for you,

But for the leaves, the bark, the brook,

the blackstone, the sevenstars,

Whatever I write, Whatever I cry,

                          ~ ~quite right,

That's what I meet at night,

And see, for an unwinged flight,

                             ~that's all~

All should Be Time for leaving,

My Baby, One Day,

You Still cry for a stay,

Yet see? At last,

When you see All,

           ~that's All.

One day, my Baby,

Holds your conceit passing by,

If there is nothingness there is~~~~~~~

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