She waits, among the evening mist

In the forest, a familiar place

Where she can sit in quiet thought

Longing for his sweet embrace

Each passing night grows longer

Still, she waits as time goes by

Silently, she’ll contemplate

Never knowing the reason why

Each time, he says ‘tomorrow’

He’ll return, a recurrent theme

And she’ll come back here, once again

Beguiled, by her fanciful dream

 

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