Blown away by the autumn wind
Abandoned by his home
Depraved of love, an autumn leaf
Blew along, on his home.
The one that one crowned the tree
Sheltered under its foot.
Swamped up by death and grime
Amid nothingness he stood.
They sang an ode to the west wind
They sang an ode to the tree
They sang an ode to the goldfinch that passed
Sadly forgotten was he.
He mattered when he was alive
He'll matter during rebirth
He mattered to none when he was blown away
Being walked over by dirt.
He had his days on top of the world
He had lived above them all.
All it took was an icy blow
To bring him down the fall
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