And in my fantastic voyage
There came only the sound of trees
And one said:
'I am not a man
Though it seems to me
that men live grudgingly
as though their tenacious will to live
is ever contested with a longing for the earth'
Soon enoough, we all head for where we'd come
was my reply
The tree did but sigh
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