In the years I dwelt in the city
My soul began to drift
To far-off places that no one knew
And none had caught a whiff.
As the days rolled on and on
I often walked and wondered
About those places from fantastic tales
That echoed in the voice of the freebird.
Soon I began to lose myself
Among these childish dreams
Few days had passed before anyone knew
Or recognized my face.
Among the clouds of night
Into the darkness of the forest I delved
The better to remain far from sight.
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