good afternoon, all transposition

copy down the music
and the lyrics wrought with pen and ink
from a mind so set on dancing
as it sits, it sits
and calms its torrid marching tunes
as unbridled as the ruins
while the horses’ carriage breaks
down upon the side of the road
go
and take your master’s hand
and be a soldier for the land
planting trees,
the planet breathes
and
rightly with its skin
soaks the water in
as it rains; it rains
and quite the same
as it was before

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