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I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground
& it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn
leaves &
no-one saw us but the trees.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the
air that I am breathing.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never
said that you were leaving.
I carved your name with a heart just up above -
now swollen,
distorted, unrecognisable; like our love.
The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay
are the incense at the funeral procession here,
today.
In the trees, those useless trees, etc.
You try to shape the world to what you want the
world to be.
Carving your name a thousand times won't bring
you back to me.
Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the
trees.
Go & tell it to the trees, yeah.
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