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On a winters day
When the skies were grey
I went inside
The grove
Beside the great oak tree
I found a journal
Of one who came before
And bared his soul
Shameless curiosity
Fervently reading
Uncovering
The tormented soul
Hoping
The twisted writer
Would return to love me
So we can heal our woes
Everyday
I will stand beneath the oak
Waiting for the enigmatic individual
Everyday
I will stand beneath the oak
Waiting for the enigmatic individual
By the thaw of spring
My heart will be
Chilled by passion
And warmed by hope
In the grove I’ll stay
Until the day
The deity returns
And soothes my bones
