If I could end my days like this
Stay here like lonesome shepherd
Romantic and forsaken
My river knows…
I’d learn the mystery of springs
Intoxicated by the odors smelling honey
And hark to steel strings
While counting my beads
And sensing whole existence…
Beneath the sun of the sleepless
Unseen…
But I know that man, I know that place
I know that life could not be mine
And reveries just pass me by
And I am just a wretched man
Like thousands of the others
Who somehow kept the slightest shadow
Of ancient meadows
Of beauty long time gone
Of birchen rains…
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