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Vallejo
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My Beloved Forest Spirit As the shimmering rays of the sun burn away the morning mysts with their light, the shadows for deep cover do run and the last fleeting creatures of the night take flight For
nought but a brief moment in time
Locked
away and hidden in another form
And in
those dark and lonely nights
And thus
we passed our time through the years
And then
as must came that eventful day,
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