Tree

• Take a look at yourself in the mirror:
• You can see that your eye has an error.
• There 's light coming out of it.
• Say, are you proud of it?
• Now admit vanity's splendour.
• You don't have the questions and answers.
• Yeah, you sing but you don't know the dancers.
• You used to be growing,
• but now you are glowing.
• You 're going to lift all your anchors.
• You don't really ask for a reason.
• You only light up, it 's the season.
• I do beg your pardon
• but what is this stardom?
• You are gonna live in a treason.
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• Now see in your eye and you 'll find it:
• I 'm secretly circling behind it.
• This centre of riddles,
• this heat in the middle 's
• just fiddling of flames, never mind it.
• 
• The name of the game is still standing.
• You might win the match but you 're bending.
• Where is your beating heart,
• when shall we meet?
• Will you see through your eye in the ending?
• The furious wind is still blowing.
• The matter is fearfully flowing.
• This feeling is right
• and the reason is light.
• You might just arrive where you 're going.
• To turn on a higher desire,
• to yearn for the sky and admire
• this tree in the wood
• that I once understood -
• o, how could I just put it on fire?