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When I was alive, the birds would nest upon my bows, And all through long winter nights the storms would ground me how And when the day would call I’d raise my branches to the sun, I was the child of earth and sky and all the world was one. But now that I am dead, the birds no longer singing me I feel no more the wind and rain, as when I was a tree. But bound so tight in wire strings I have no room to grow And I am but a slave who sings when master draws the bowl. But sometimes, from my memories, I can see the birds in fly And I can sing of sweet dark earth and endless starry nights. But oh, my favorite song of all I truly do believe Is the song that sunlight sang to me while dancing on my leaves. From Letras Mania