Jan 2016
Come from the hollow tree—
Up to the pond in glee;
Whisper your thoughts to me.
Quaint, little forest nymph
I pray — please do not flee.
Up to the pond in glee;
Whisper your thoughts to me.
Quaint, little forest nymph
I pray — please do not flee.
(25/M/Wisconsin)
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