About the fate of you and of me.
Yet now I lie in the grass and find
That I am free as my bed was green.
And the insects that crawl through my hand
Keep me restless in company.
And as they lingered around my fingers,
I knew that lonely is not what I'll be.
Now I am glad to simply understand
That I was made to be rootless and free.
And that I am for you as you are for me,
A green lake among undying seas.
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