Again... the time of foliage passed...
There's only snow,
there's only snow.
The future... will be like the past...
It is well known,
it is well known.
Again... my own ugly branches
are useless things,
are useless things.
I am fed up with those changes...
I wait the spring,
I wait the spring.
Then I... have to accept my rooks
at any cost,
at any cost...
I will be fortunate... in looks
to bear my cross,
to bear my cross...
Oak s Dreams...
© Copyright: Marks, 2001
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