My heart was heavy as a stone
As I stood there,
All alone,
In a world of human faces,
Brick and pavement,
Airs and graces.
All alone
Without a tree
Or wild thing
To comfort me.
From The Aspiring Bard
As I stood there,
All alone,
In a world of human faces,
Brick and pavement,
Airs and graces.
All alone
Without a tree
Or wild thing
To comfort me.
From The Aspiring Bard
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