The paths are empty
The forest trees sway
in the winds of change
that will soon blow away
In the Land of Trees
the bell of change tolls
I see fading
falling away
Time passes slowly
but waits for no man
Your world has shrunk
to not more than your walls
The roads and ways
between forest and river
across heath and frontier
now look for you, in vain
Your work is done
We work for you
Midsummer is past
The night's now closing in
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