Cloaked in a silence that's pulsing through the darkness
Every day greets me on this hidden trail
An unsurprising view and my soul out of tune
This travelling pattern takes so much of me
In the circle of halting, within our mutual distance
We're heading, we're marching into the arms of cityard
Try to transfer your mind, quickly with the closing door sign
To the garden of your favourite trees
You're one of them right? No matter how you've burnt out
They don't have names, but the finest qualities
Tall, strapping with benches to carry you
Moving or stable, corresponding with your inner rhythm
Rooted in certainty, nourishing with a lightness
Once you bring the water, you leave with the calmness
Tall, strapping with benches to carry you
Moving or stable, corresponding with your inner rhythm
Rooted in certainty, nourishing with a lightness
Once you bring the water, you leave with the calmness
Cloaked in silence, every day greets me on this hidden trail
To the circle of halting, to our mutual distance
I must return tomorrow, to devotedly talk to my trees
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