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Long forgotten dance
Beneath the world,
am I dancing in a forest.
Filled with old willows,
they’re watching over me.
Those willows are
crying with heaven.
Rain falls of their sheets,
their braches are rocking with the wind.
But back in the mind of this fantasy,
a dark lord dominates the forest.
My dance’s interrupted,
my soul ready to jump out.
But I’ll always keep on going,
that dark lord,
won’t get me down.
And just like it used to be,
will I be the queen of this fantasy.