Am I a leaf about to drift
About to fly away, to chance
The cold, the heat, the drop, the lift
Upon the wing of wind, to dance?
Or else, nestled in this tree
Am I to stay, and thus be free?
Here I am, Apart From Love
Flying Home just like a dove
The air is trembling, I am spun
Can I become A Favorite Son?
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Inspired by Art: Fighting Goliath
Inspired by Art: Fall of a Giant
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Inspired by Art: Rise to Power
Inspired by Art: A Peek at Bathsheba
Inspired by Art: The Edge of Revolt
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