We gathered 'round the tree,
Solemn and still,
As they brought him out,
Shuffling — a shell.
There were no more tears
Left in his eyes,
But the salt from before
Had crystallised on his cheeks.
We gathered 'round the tree,
Solemn and still,
As they brought him out,
Shuffling — a shell.
There were no more tears
Left in his eyes,
But the salt from before
Had crystallised on his cheeks.

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