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The Girl
Upon a hill I lay,
In the shadow of day,
Gazing into the moon,
I think of the girl I wish to hold,
Among the heavens light,
My love seems not so bright,
I turn my gaze to the world
Finding little in the woods,
Returning my gaze to the moon,
I see a face,
The face that makes my heart race
I start to cry,
For she cannot be mine,
This place is cruel,
For I am a tool,
My heart beats faster,
As she appears in my dreams,
My breath is taken away,
For as in life,
She steals my heart,
Weakens my resolve,
Swats aside reason,
And as I stare into her face,
My heart begins to race.
