Dirty Little Secrets

in the magical land
of the musical spells
grows a tree most grand
where my spirit dwells

in the heart of the wood
at the top of a hill
we that loved once stood
aye, we know that land still

some can guess what i bear
ever i loved, yet alas!
whether Here or still There
through the woods do we pass

now every tree is a token
of the land where we dwell
ahh, the words that were spoken
when i loved, and so well

from my sight love would hide
on me no shame will fall
whether i walk, or whether i ride
in my life i loved them all.

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