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Led along a stone path
Through crowded trees
An impish dream singing her song
To be played upon his hearstrings
While the follower readily walks
To the visible end by the stream
At first it was all fun and giddy
Affections were true from both
But then the imp grew weary
And then her song turned blue
The light of the forest darkened
And the stone path grew cold
The end no longer visible
To what the future was to hold
No one knew
The impish dream and her affections
Went adrift into the dark
Leaving the lovesick follower
All alone on the stone
Having been played as the fool