my dearest friend,
there is no going back this way
i am windswept and strewn with thorns
you shall not cross me anymore.

did you see, did you see
the way the wind screamed through the toothpick trees?
did you hear
the last lusty breath of the dying
(mother look at me look at me i'm flying)
leaves

do you know do you know
the way to reach me through the purple light of the coming storm
i would not let you turn back;
the wind's up against you once you've been
(mother help me up help me up i'm falling)
warned.

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