In a grove
Is where she slept
And all around her
Where she wept
The flora browned
As death took hold
The price she paid
For the soul she sold
–
And in the grove
He found her still
Beset with grief
He’d lost his will
With her so went
His destiny
So gave his life
To eternity
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