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By the Sycamore Tree
Beneath the valley, a story amasses A long song of days of old Of a lad and his lady And their love so un-tamely and her eyes that sparkled of gold She led him towards the sycamore tree where they pledged their love for eternity. Little did he did know; to no one would she behold, for twas her time to go There once was a blacksmith A rundown old hag smith Out of work with no place to go He heard a tale of a maiden so fair and so the story goes And so he did go to get her for a magic did possess her Or so he thought would change his sorrow to gold He begged and he pleaded but none of them she had heeded and said pray please do let me go. For what you seek I have not, its folly that you've sought and a quest to ending road. In his anger, he did smite her and as her life left her turned the old man to stone Along came poor Romeo too late to save his love he knows, Kneeling with this face in the dirt. Saying lover o lover why must I suffer, This curse of being alone Lover o lover never will I love another And the warmth of his heart began to slowly cold But before he had spoken her eyes surely did open For deep magic in her grew and smite him she did mistaking him for him, for no love in his heart for her could be found.
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