Performer of the Arts
Escaping a world that is so dry
In my Meadow, I dare lie.
Sleeping sweetly beneath a willow tree
Where are you? Why not here with me?
When you're not here, the world is cold
Is this the love that it beholds?
From in the meadow the earth doth cries
While beneath the willows, it ends in sighs.
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