Zywa
The trees are falling
We have ordered musicians
but can we pay them?
Give them some tea
Listen, the trees are falling
Lovely, the sound of axes
cutting down the orchard
The times are changing
Play! I want to celebrate!
You can leave after that
I don't know, I want to go
Why have we grown so old?
I remember everybody
was happy, without knowing
why, didn't we discuss it
time after time! It is over
We'll die anyway
while life goes on
as if we have never lived
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