These dark woods have enveloped me,
no longer is there a path to follow.
No map, no compass, no direction.
The north star refuses to set me free,
and I'm trapped in this misty hollow.
But wait, for I have found a light of perfection.
As I draw near,
this light becomes harder to reach.
And I'd call out, but with this fear,
I no longer have speech.
As this mirage begins to fade away,
I awaken from my surreal dream.
And I must search for you another day,
hoping once again,
to catch a glimpse of your ethereal gleam.
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