Kusudah, nikusu dima kisih
Kusudah, nikusu dima kisih
Kusudah, nikusu dima kisih
Kusudah, nikusu dima kisih
Kusudah, nikusu dima kisih
Kusudah, nikusu dima kisih
Kusudah, nikusu dima kisih
He was found in his bed, dehydrated
Unconscious as he was
They brought him to a different place
We've never heard of him since
He lived alone in his house for most of his life
And I wouldn't be surprised
If he had died the day
They put him in a room with people he'd never seen before
He had a wild garden behind his house, beautiful and dark
Woodpeckers and squirrels live there
And hedgehogs and mice and martens
He's in a tree somewhere
Strawberries grow and cherries and apples appear
Currents of red and black
All hidden in his private place
In the safety of the shadows the fragile thorns slid
Along the winding paths the wild flowers swayed
Snowdrops nodded their little heads in spring
Forgetting the nuts and all kinds of things
Of which he do not know the names
And of course there was ivy everywhere
It happened the same week they took him away
Workers hacked down all the trees in the garden
Hired by the envious people outside
Who had always been terrified
By the beauty that he'd shown
He was the only one who'd ever seen
The face of a man who'd never seen
Terrified by the beauty that he'd shown to this place
And the darkness it was breathing
Yet none of them could keep
The dead birds from singing
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