6.The Woodcutter
He tried to say
That she meant nothing at all
Walk down the rivers
And under bridges
The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly
Walk down the rivers
And under bridges
The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep
He believed
She rides the waves
That whisper up the shores
Her crescent figure
Through green waters glimmered
The dream glossed estuary... estuary
Her crescent figure
Through green waters glimmed
The dream glossed estuary... estuary
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep
He believed
The woodcutter he stared
Towards the eastern coves
With eyes to stroke
The torrid wave beaten shores
From the horizon
Of nowhere she glided
Her oak breast cut the sea... cut the sea
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep
He believed
The woodcutter he stared
Towards the eastern coves
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