The night doesn't want to end,
the breeze hasn't changed its course.
Long forgotten by you,
but your footsteps are still here.
After so long,
the grass hasn't changed a bit.
After a century,
even the crows have started to cry for me.
I constantly wonder,
if my straw is still lying on your hands,
if your eyes have shed a tear on it,
if your smile is caused by it.
After rainy nights,
I became what you'd fear.
After sunny days,
I became what you'd forget.
You left me behind making me want to see you again,
alone in the fields surrounded just by memories.
I will follow your every single dream,
so that one day you shall remember me.
But after all,
for you I'm just a scarecrow.
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