Come wayward souls
Who wander through the darkness
There is a light for the lost and the meek
Sorrow and fear
Are easily forgotten
When you submit to the soil of the earth
Grow, tiny seed
You are called to the trees
Rise, 'til your leaves fill the sky
Until your sighs fill the air in the night
Lift your mighty limbs
And give praise
To the fire
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