Forsaken Rapture

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Gentle, upon slick stones she stood
Her breath bathed by the fragrant wood
Lost in bliss, she lowered her hood
Things were not good, things were not good

Her skirts flowed atop the water
Nature the world wished to slaughter
A fate she resolved to alter
For her daughter, for her daughter

Before her a vast waterfall
Shimmering mists answer the call
Her barren soul do they enthrall
It must not fall, it must not fall

A wild melody filled her ears
Brought her down to her knees in tears
Naught at all could allay her fears
Sweet were the cheers, sweet were the cheers

How were their views so far askew
After all, animals live too
Evil had seized them, this is true
What could she do, what could she do

Around her, nature was so rich
Everything so alive to twitch
Her spirit, vibrant life did bewitch
So joined on pitch, so joined on pitch

Her eyes sparkled a brilliant gleam
Ecstasy on her face to beam
Along with nature did she scream
So she fell to dream, so she fell to dream

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