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Such deep sadness does not belong to me,
If I ne’er do pen my name to the page,
As I cry ‘neath my shaded paper tree.
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All character sans names are absentee,
No feeling or person can lock my cage,
Such deep sadness does not belong to me.
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And I find freedom in this guarantee,
Black ink flows with denial as a plague,
As I cry ‘neath my shaded paper tree.
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Sundrops scar my eyes ‘til I cannot see,
And all names erase from my vision’s stage,
Such deep sadness does not belong to me.
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So never to be reminded of me,
Never to be reminded of this age,
As I cry ‘neath my shaded paper tree.
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Ne’er for inner wars to be a draftee,
As from my life I do so disengage,
Such deep sadness does not belong to me,
As I cry ‘neath my shaded paper tree.
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