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Another twist, another turn-
Another winding, blinding trail-
And the lost one cries- “If only!”
This o’ergrown path did not entail
The weight of wind and fog and night;
For then perhaps she might prevail.
She sees a ray of sunshine-Look!
How quick it fades away! Sprites tease,
And lure her ever into grief.
Look there, and there again- say please!
Perhaps they'll guide you home at dawn-
Or leave you lost amidst the trees.
|Tell Me A Story||Why the Willows Weep|
|"I'll race you to the sky"||Maeta|
|The Angel's True Love (my last angel)||The Affairs of Dragons|