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As I walked into the forest,
That forest I had known as mine, I was compelled to admire the beauty, A kind of beauty undisturbed by time. The trees just grew back their leaves, Shading the path I had walked so long. Their rustling echoed an enchanting calling, And it sounded like an angel's song. My ears took grasp of that heavenly tune, And as I walked along towards the sound, I was filled by the warmth of Spring's first moon, And it shined a path for me on the ground. There before me, in open space, Was a siren of the most enchanted field. Her eyes held me in endearing grace, And for this beauty all time did yield. I grew so near I could feel her skin, And I grew so close I could taste her lips. No creature in the forest far within Could drink from the waters she had sipped. Then no sooner did I blink from the light Had that lady disappeared, forever free. And when I left that forest, land of night, I knew that forest wasn't really mine; It belonged to she.
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