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Forest of Sorrows As i look through the forest I search my soul The trees gently whisper to me And point the way through The darkness of the grove soothes my heart As i sit and stare through the leafy branches And as the feeble light of the sun Shimmers upon me All i see is your face As i creep through the gloom i feel the pain of my loss you are gone now And all i have is nothing As i weep, so do the trees Raeyn Priya Saethyr Novice of the White Tower |