Tree girl (song version)
A distorted tree sprung from a stone
Wall that was unbreached
And my every bone
Rotten, rotten
The place maketh me grow from ashes
I'll be a shadow for the tree
That's still a seed in ground but flashes
up and up it grows through me
Water no longer moves the mill with eaves
A trunk from the leg My face made of leaves
Rotten, rotten
The place maketh me grow from ashes
I'll be a shadow for the treeThat's still a seed in ground but flashes
up and up it grows through me
Does matter matter? But how?
Will it survive? Will it die now?A ghost in the machine?
Nature's child? Worms' cuisine?
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