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There's a doe in the forest,

A rustle 'mongst the trees.

A bird flits from her nest;

A squirrel scitters 'cross the leaves.



There's a vision in the sky,

And voices in the wind

Telling me to let them fly,

All those reservations that have been.



Your back is to the sycamore,

And hooves upon the ground.

I know who that smile's for,

Just take a look around.



My wild eyes long to see

What my mind already knows.

The Lady walks among the trees;

Her feet whisper through the grove.



Heavy breaths of passion

Fill the autumn air.

Watch the Lord of the Sun

Overtake the Maiden Fair.



The sunlight plays upon Her

Like a fawn upon the grass.

If only one could hope to lure

The times like these to last.



Time rolls on, and seasons turn

Yet we shall not lament.

Soon the Lady shall return

For naught is permanent.