archetype…
I was a tree
in the orchard of a king
they picked my fruit
winter took my leaves
my trunk was cut
to make violins
now I am dead
in the music of time…
paupers comititones Christi templique solomonici…
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I was a tree
in the orchard of a king
they picked my fruit
winter took my leaves
my trunk was cut
to make violins
now I am dead
in the music of time…
paupers comititones Christi templique solomonici…