Ha, I do not hold on
Because I have no need
Things have no use
For a being that is free
But, speak your case as you may
You are still trapped
And those small animals you do not protect
They use you and you do not see
They will hollow you more than me
So stay where you are rooted
With your colours and smell
You are indeed a very obvious thing
And wait, as you must do
Until I come again
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