
The fields told you the truth, didn't they?
How I ran through them, to find a way out of hell.
I wanted a clearer view. Life was looking so blurry and bleak.
And I finally felt free, laying half alive
under Gemini and watching him shine.
I spoke to the seasons because I felt so alone,
even as the animals kept me from getting cold.
[I hate evenings.]
I awoke, half dazed, only to see
your face a hundred yards away.
Trying not to cry, I thought to myself,
"I thought everyone forgot about me. But no, you found me."









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