all we stand pines
many winds we speak
dark heartwood groves
our brown on ground
in skirts found flowing
below in chinese whispers
carried around, around
until all sense lost falls
when we winter,
we crackle & pop
all we stand pines
many winds we speak
dark heartwood groves
our brown on ground
in skirts found flowing
below in chinese whispers
carried around, around
until all sense lost falls
when we winter,
we crackle & pop
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