He raised his head, and a late sun-beam came
Like fire from over the enchanted hill
Where a scarecrow stood with petrified frame,
Idiotic an idol amidst this chill
Un-challenged and champion of its abode
Since no-one who passes here lingers for long
Proceeding instead down the deserted road
Like the last few notes of a fading song
That some call Life, but that others call Death,
Or others just label as something to spend
Since no more to meet for quite a while,
We’ll walk with each other until we ascend
On sad sun-beams leaving behind this heath
Where Scarecrow watches with a happy smile.
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love it it's awsome sad but awsome
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Thanks Sami
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