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silence
Our tree is crying
out
again into
winds
winds called by our howling
tree, crying
for us to hear, (it)
she me him her
I am deaf
you are blind
we feel all of this
still we are only half
one half of not a whole
our tree is
screaming
into these winds
you ask me what
our tree see's
I don't hear you (and)
cry a little deeper
I ask you what our tree is screaming
into these winds
but you don't see me
with the sounds of the winds deafening you
I run for the cliff edge, unseen
unheard by love,
you
love
so as our tree ceases to scream
your sight illuminates
to see the winds howling
through a slient tree
out
again into
winds
winds called by our howling
tree, crying
for us to hear, (it)
she me him her
I am deaf
you are blind
we feel all of this
still we are only half
one half of not a whole
our tree is
screaming
into these winds
you ask me what
our tree see's
I don't hear you (and)
cry a little deeper
I ask you what our tree is screaming
into these winds
but you don't see me
with the sounds of the winds deafening you
I run for the cliff edge, unseen
unheard by love,
you
love
so as our tree ceases to scream
your sight illuminates
to see the winds howling
through a slient tree
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