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Dec 2018
A siren she calls me
To her I must flee
The song she sings
Such joy in me it brings
Hearing her lonely call
Standing amongst the trees she is tall
Lonely deep in her heart
I know we must never part
Cold down to the core
Until her, my heart never tore
To her I must flee
A siren she calls me
The Mountain.
Bethany Woolsey
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Bethany Woolsey  F/USA
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