through the woods;
I really wish I do.
You had beckoned me in
with your beguiling smile
and the "follow-me" look
in your eyes,
and I had trustingly
gone down the path,
but after numerous
twists and turns
and places
where the way divides,
I saw you far ahead,
and you were with
your real love, and
laughing, and
turning not even once,
you took his hand
and ran away,
The path I followed
petered out,
ending in a mire,
and now I'm lost and all alone,
and as the night is falling
I fear, I really fear, the way
I have to follow
because there is no other
will meander on, and on, and
never bring me home.
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