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My life is a misty forest
With a path winding down,
Doubling back upon itself,
Wandering through the trees.
Going on, ever on, on through the mists of time.

My soul is an ancient willow,
Her branches swaying in the wind,
Her leaves singing to me
As I sleep under it's gentle shadow.
Drifting on, ever on, on through the mists of time.

My heart is a hopeful blossom,
Bright and cheerful to all.
Its colors evershifting
As I reach our to touch it.
Winding on, ever on, on through the mists of time.

Going on, ever on, on through the mists of time.





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