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"...This path leads into dark...
In shrouding veil of thickening dusk, In the caress of darkening woods There winds my path, narrow and fading
Let this twilight linger upon me Moon and stars take over when sun has fled And bring her scent to me Bring her scent to me"
either the place where she lies, or a place that reminds him of her.
"May the blowing of winds cease And all birds fall silent from singing May the dreary waters lay still And hands of time stop turning"
asking the world to basically stop so he can have a breif moment to remember her.
"So in forms of evening mist I can feel her slender grace In shades of deep green I can drown in her tender eyes"
him remembering her.
"Now that her light has gone away, All this searching has lead astray, These turns are filled with greaving and the moments with lust
What a cruel world left for me to roam alone These journeys are filled with craving, these moments with loss
Neither the glittering dew on moors, nor the the whispering wind in dales But only these shadows of green can remind me of her Can remind me of her"
regretting her loss, and having hatred for the world, now the "shadows of green" could be the forests?
"...This path leads into dark...
In shrouding veil of thickening dusk, In the caress of darkening woods There winds my path, narrow and fading
Let this twilight linger upon me Moon and stars take over when sun has fled And bring her scent to me Bring her scent to me"
either the place where she lies, or a place that reminds him of her.
"May the blowing of winds cease And all birds fall silent from singing May the dreary waters lay still And hands of time stop turning"
asking the world to basically stop so he can have a breif moment to remember her.
"So in forms of evening mist I can feel her slender grace In shades of deep green I can drown in her tender eyes"
him remembering her.
"Now that her light has gone away, All this searching has lead astray, These turns are filled with greaving and the moments with lust
What a cruel world left for me to roam alone These journeys are filled with craving, these moments with loss
Neither the glittering dew on moors, nor the the whispering wind in dales But only these shadows of green can remind me of her Can remind me of her"
regretting her loss, and having hatred for the world, now the "shadows of green" could be the forests?