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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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