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She has flowers in her Golden wheat hair. Her limbs are tree branches, With leaves at her fingertips. Her eyes are brilliant stars; Her face glows with warm sunlight.
I stand out in the cornfield, alone among strangers Useless to the farmer who waters and feeds me The plot of land I sit in, is shaded by the accomplishments of those around me Proud is the farmer
Lying still, fur marred with dirt I lie lost in the land destroyed by wind The ground lay still now Leaving behind remnants of a once loved town My heart lay still The world turns on People walk over