| Seasons come, and seasons go —
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| Time is just some ghost, you know…
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| Ask me where the river’s flowing,
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| Some place where her heart is knowing…
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| And the sun, she’ll smile, you know,
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| Kissing soft that gentle flow,
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| Laughing with the river’s thoughts,
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| Smiling at the love she’s brought…
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| I have been running through wilds of green,
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| Dream yields their leaves!
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| The fairest meadows the Fey have seen,
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| Lost in the eaves…
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| Wandering the ruins of ancient poems,
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| Child of the oaks…
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| Steeped in the Lore of the woodland tomes,
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| Scarlets and golds…
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| And the sun, she’ll smile, you know,
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| Kissing soft that gentle flow,
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| Laughing with the river’s thoughts,
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| Smiling at the love she’s brought…
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| Wake me, my angel — I’ve slept
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| With my sword at my side;
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| Silvers and golds,
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| Jewels rare and bold,
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| Gleaming with fire,
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| Feeding desire…
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| Gently the woodland has nestled me
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| Softly in sleep;
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| Oak leaves and vines,
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| Smiling through time,
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| Green Man adored,
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| Greening the sword…
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| Wake me now, my Forest Queen,
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| Draped in gold, and woodland green,
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| For seasons come, and seasons go,
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| And Time is just some ghost, you know… |