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Far away where the woods are dark. There I sit by the tree of wisdom. Never to be closer to its essence. I now await its hidden knowledge. I cry for my soul is wounded. When you come you smile, and do not find it strange that I am alone. I am cherished by your beauty as I am waiting. You ask me what my wonders are. My instant response tells you; I feel all alone. You say I cannot possibly mean so. From Letras Mania