Ask the wind.

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The leaves are kind hands to hold
The canal is graceful and still
She is free, what will happen?
The waving branches welcome me


The canal is graceful and still
The moon sees her crescent reflection
The waving branches welcome me
A family of swans dream by the bank


The moon sees her crescent reflection
The bull rushes are rustling intensely
A family of swans dream by the bank
Silence and darkness rule the night


The bull rushes are rustling intensely
A solitary moorhen paddling lost
Silence and darkness rule the night
The mirror surface is rippled


A solitary moorhen paddling lost
The treetops dance rhythmically and wild
The mirror surface is rippled
She never has made it clear


The tree tops dance rhythmically and wild
I feel at peace inside
Her answer may never come
The leaves are kind hands to hold


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