Of a nefarious shadow that followed
Her eyes of blue serene were nonchalant
As she wended the verdant lanes.
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The lanes she trod like an esplanade
Her ears could perceive no rant
Of a nefarious shadow that followed.
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The phantom to her was an Adonis
And yet, oblivion to herself she did grant
As she wended the verdant lanes.
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The undefined was lurking closer
Unacquainted while on her errant
Of a nefarious shadow that followed.
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That aisle could pave way to her hearse
Unaware she; of the dangers nearing every instant
As she wended the verdant lanes.
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That peaceful sienna her eyes were at
Oblivious of the slow augury chant
Of a nefarious shadow that followed
As she wended the verdant lanes.