In woods I seek,
In woods I seek the meadow.
Prison is the trees as I am waiting for my night.
The night is long and dreary,
I am tired, weak, and weary.
I seek no company from the worldly dreary
As I embrace the stars.
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I seek my own silence,
I seek a world of eternal midnight.
The midnight hour approaches,
One resists to dine upon the roaches.
As one thinks of nothing by hunger,
As one waits for the gallows tree.
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The midnight hour approaches,
The midnight hour draws near.
In woods I seek,
In woods I seek the meadow.
Prison is the trees as I am waiting for my night.
