Begone Woodland Nymph!
May you rest content upon that hillock
Counting your remaining days with your new Muse
- His insatiable scent
- His oh! so soothing embrace
- And songs that keep your whimsical feet afloat
From the Winds that blow through your hair from the sea
To the lands of your deeply rooted but ephemeral dreams
As I begin a new Journey
Far away from those once alluring but now toxic vines!
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