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The headline told the story
that deep within me it still lives
hidden, but not hiding
in a far place, lush and green.
It lives there happy, unaware
that I've been searching trees and sky
for a vision, for a sighting
for a sign that it survives.
I wonder if I find it,
will our meeting mark the end?
Some gray morning will it fall
finally to the cold forest floor?
Or will it keep on soaring?
Throw its crimson crown back,
and sing its ivory call
in the far green places of my heart?
that deep within me it still lives
hidden, but not hiding
in a far place, lush and green.
It lives there happy, unaware
that I've been searching trees and sky
for a vision, for a sighting
for a sign that it survives.
I wonder if I find it,
will our meeting mark the end?
Some gray morning will it fall
finally to the cold forest floor?
Or will it keep on soaring?
Throw its crimson crown back,
and sing its ivory call
in the far green places of my heart?
