Sing it with me,
just one more time.
In the woods,
looking down on the plains,
pondering what we've done.
But your feelings are an illusion,
my eyes are clouded over.
I will no longer wait,
for a man lost in time.
Though my heart now aches,
and my love remains strong.
It is unrequited,
too much to bare.
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