Here She Lies

Beside a grove, A forgotten hold, She lies, of grace and splendor.

A lullaby, Of forgotten times, Her airs forever hither.

The trees bemoan, Her departed soul, Us, left here abandoned.

Our solemn sighs, The wind and I, For, her body decays and withers.

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