In the land of empty trees
Where shadows walk along the wind
And color is only a faint impression
This is where I've gone away
By the calm and shallow seas
Where souls linger on the beach
And old men wonder when they'll leave
This is where I shall stay
On the cold and dusty breeze
Where voices try to meet
And lost echos try to speak
This is where I choose to lay
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