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*Don't bother me, don't follow me There's no one else I yearn to see So fold away your memories To cede beneath that Hemlock tree* What will I do? Where will I go? Unshod against the burning road? These memories I mourn and hold Crease in my hands where they enfold. *Don't bother me, don't follow me Or brandish me things I cannot see My eyes plunge past the memories Beneath that bygone Hemlock tree.* What will you do? Where will you go? I was your heart, you were my soul Did you let go and drift below The Lethe River’s undertow? *Don't bother me, don't follow me I hold my head above the sea These memories furled around your sleeve I've stashed beneath the hemlock tree.* What do we do? Where do we go? There are separate paths, or so I'm told You'll tour one, and if I'm bold I'll peer once more down your own road. *Don't bother me, don't follow me But yes, perchance... I'll dream of thee. I'll stargaze there, and make believe Of truth beneath that Hemlock tree.*
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
Beneath the Hemlock Tree. (I left you)
*Don't bother me, don't follow me There's no one else I yearn to see So fold away your memories To cede beneath that Hemlock tree* What will I do? Where will I go? Unshod against the burning road? These memories I mourn and hold Crease in my hands where they enfold. *Don't bother me, don't follow me Or brandish me things I cannot see My eyes plunge past the memories Beneath that bygone Hemlock tree.* What will you do? Where will you go? I was your heart, you were my soul Did you let go and drift below The Lethe River’s undertow? *Don't bother me, don't follow me I hold my head above the sea These memories furled around your sleeve I've stashed beneath the hemlock tree.* What do we do? Where do we go? There are separate paths, or so I'm told You'll tour one, and if I'm bold I'll peer once more down your own road. *Don't bother me, don't follow me But yes, perchance... I'll dream of thee. I'll stargaze there, and make believe Of truth beneath that Hemlock tree.*
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
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