I cannot reconcile myself to this - I wish I could!I cannot live the = Life I ought to live - I know I should!I cannot bring myself to = Pray,Except to wish these words awayThey echo round my headBut soon they = Will escapeAcross the bleak landscape There is a tree that grows out of this earthIt stands aloneThere is a = Wind that shaped it from its birthBy whom the seed was sownI cannot = Bring myself to singIt is a wild, untethered thingThat echoes round my = HeadBut soon it will escapeAcross the bleak landscape I cannot bring myself to... speakExcept to wish myself asleepEvery word = UnutteredOnly serves to clutter up my headWhen I go to bedI dream = ThatSoon I will escapeAcross the bleak landscape
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