Keep thy meadows of lily white,
Keep thy ray of sunset skies,
Keep thy forest of brush and billow,
Keep thy lake of deep disguise,
A frosted river winds and twists,
Dearest, our truth lies within,
Its dank and buried streams,
And what you have done,
Will remain as the current carves,
A path through the shallow rock.
Keep thy meadows of lily white,
Keep thy ray of sunset skies,
Keep thy forest of brush and billow,
Keep thy lake of deep disguise.
In those uncertain crevasses,
Of your own design, dearest,
You will spin and spin, spin,
Confused,
misguided,
mistrusted,
You will learn upon the shores,
When you land, breathless,
Not everything is truly yours.
Keep thy hand of false caress,
Keep thy smile of sly design,
Keep thy eyes of water hue,
Keep thy self away from mine,
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