There are things ...
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There are things, which I don’t know
I know that I if I cut away a leaf, it will die
I ascend, rise to the peak, I posses wings and feathers
I can see in the darkness, I’m full of lanterns
I’m full of sun and sand
I’m full of vines
I’m full of paths, of bridges, of rivers, of waves
I’m full of the shadows of reeds in the water
How my inside is empty