do you think dreams would ask me why
I do the things that I do
for I am in love with you
when I should come around that bend
and my heart begins to mend
where do I go
from here
what do I see
when you aren't near?
a truth to be told
and a story to sell
more than a heart that cannot be hers
as you travel through the woods
stories of new and of old shall find you
when you proclaim
when you proclaim
when shall you proclaim?
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