I am only solitary tree, standing in the main field,
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Which hasn't heart, but still it hurt him.
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Right to small girl alighted chilly cry full of loss
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To the land, when attired I was, from the land, when I put off clothes.
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In that land, under stormy heavy clouds wheeled round black birds.
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Oh, looked so sad the young knight, which life in battle loses.
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From my branches Tallis threw him the shred to he twined his wounds,
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But he pressed it to lips and gripped in palm.
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Across heroic land but winds from hell propelled further,
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To bodies of dead and dying to last gulped.
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It was fear, which led her hand, when she painted stones
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Her belief in twinkle burnt low, when she saw hags.
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Beings worse than creatures,
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Which to deads the heads cut.
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Though already she put them to flight,
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Now for their prey they were in a hurry again.
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No! Go away!
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Tallis left the land,
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Willy to restore the rain of stone,
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But she sight scathach nolonger
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Only black veil, sign of triumph.
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She wept and love was rough sea in her.
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She lost him, but still didn't believe in it.
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Although she wanted to shout, his name alighted from tree,
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Into the night smoke rose, he never heard her again.
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Only I, the solitary tree, standing in the main field,
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Which has no heart, but still it hurt him,
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Which didn't manage to say her, that the way there is the way back,
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Sad spirit resides in him, which only for her sing this song.
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The Land Of Bird's Spirit
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| Dissolving Of Prodigy |
