A Plea
When Summer in the valley leaves
And Winter blows with Autumn breeze
Find me in the woods deep
I linger, not for long
In secrets dark my soul will sleep
I sing the mountain song
I feel the softness of her hair
Her breath, so cool, so fair
I hear the echo of her voice
I long for her peace
I have no choice
The silence will not cease
In the dark, deep woods I sleep
My own secrets that I keep
I cannot right my many wrongs
No song in my heart is clear
Specters surround me in throngs
I die hand in hand with fear.
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