Sacred Secrets
Strong and pure to stand the ages
emanating from inside this trunk
I feel an ethereal hue,
beneath my palms I run.
Emanating from inside this trunk
are sacred secrets trapped in sap and pine,
beneath my palms I run
and hear the whispers of wood nymphs.
Are sacred secrets trapped in sap and pine?
I feel an ethereal hue
and hear the whispers of wood nymphs,
strong and pure to stand the ages.
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