| In My Own Depth | ||
| Whilst the forests dropping tears…I lay myself down | ||
| In the brooks, wondering about the human beings, | ||
| and feel the gratifying in my own loneliness | ||
| and there, on the deep bottom of the ocean of Tears, | ||
| I found the pearls that I looked for in the sky.. | ||
| Over the wilds of wonder sounds the warmth | ||
| of my song – There I am | ||
| safe | ||
| even in stormy weather.. | ||
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