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On the soil with flowers

On the soil with flowers and trees

Ancient redwoods take me centuries back

Lost and found I do not know my name

I am me and you are just the same

I watch branches trailing in the sky

Memories gone destined now to die

It didn't matter now in eternity

Fragrant branches formed my crown

Red black clouds drifting all around

Rhythm and sounds became my language then

I was alone yet I was in my den

Animal now a higher ape

I sang laughed knew I had a family

Somewhere in silence there was another me.

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