She went into the forest
To return what she borrowed
And Hell rode with her
and Darkness followed
In hope of a life bereft of pain
without sadness, cruelty,
sorrow or shame
The woods are our eyes
They see what is hidden
They love what we lose
In a life we’ve forbidden
Of brothers and sisters
Of the saints and the whore
In the end there is nothing
Yet we all crave more
She returned from the forest
Still alive, unafraid
And Hell was absent
and Darkness delayed
Life has the meaning
Of the love that sustains it
When we live for today
And love every minute
Life looks good on you
Live while you can
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