i have hung my heart
from the tree in the forest
waiting for your return.
may the rain be gentle
and the wind blow soft
and then, when its time
let my heart open
petal by joyous petal
to the urgent singing
of the birds.
i have hung my heart
from the tree in the forest
waiting for your return.
may the rain be gentle
and the wind blow soft
and then, when its time
let my heart open
petal by joyous petal
to the urgent singing
of the birds.
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