…and later that day they all came out to play among the woodland creatures and prose
She’s demon with her wild like a hot bath as a child, and washes away the past morose
A plight of content as her word’s become bent for she wanted this when she received those
As day returned night inspite of her plight she gathered up all her fables and woes
To be in the here she made it very clear about the mockery in her eyes which shows
Asleep in her mind her dreams become blind like the echo from when the river’s  voice grows
…and later that day the creatures went away without stepping on each others toes 

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