And yes they sing with my soul
the poet’s song to sigh.
Nameless places and other schemes
are of the thoughts within my mind,
But yet they wander aimlessly
through fields yet seen in dreams
and walk the world of deep discord
in my unconcious screams.
For there are people yet unborn,
and the future will yet bloom
and singing, sighing, fading out
without my pin to tune
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