Epitaph for Ben Sonnenberg

Epitaph for Ben Sonnenberg

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But still!
being but a tree
one cannot ask them
pines touched by his sleeve’s passing
where to go
I know not
when he was buried
glancing over the land
going up that road
("to wait for a faraway person" sounding like the word for "pines")
under the pines
when spring came along the road
my beloved prince
he will have been perfect
while the shining days are piled up
how strangely awful
to utter it
on the death and burial of one prince
this is a song.
This is a song on the death and burial of one prince
to utter it how strangely awful
while the shining days are piled up
he will have been perfect my beloved prince
when spring came along the road under the pines
(the word for "pines" sounding like the word "to wait for a faraway person")
going up that road, glancing over the land
when he was buried
I know not where to go
pines touched by his sleeve’s passing one cannot ask them
being but a tree, but still!

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