We sit here watching
laying, staying
people come
their ventures fleeting
dead but staying, ever staying
we watch them dieing
we who are etched by the
storms, the wind,
the time spent.
looking on the mountains high
our branches sing our lullaby
of our sorrowful ways
throughout our immortal days
laying, staying
people come
their ventures fleeting
dead but staying, ever staying
we watch them dieing
we who are etched by the
storms, the wind,
the time spent.
looking on the mountains high
our branches sing our lullaby
of our sorrowful ways
throughout our immortal days
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