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[deadtobrenton]

Walking through the forest
Along the pretty, woodland path
Man searches for the sylvan maid
At the end of the little, woodland path.

Man entered the forest in youth
Earnest, vibrant and strong
Running and fighting for the sylvan maid
At the end of the little, woodland path.

But alas, the path grew long
And so did the beard of Man
As he longed for the sylvan maid
Who remains hidden on the little, woodland path.

Man pined away his life and love
Which once had grown so strong
For the sylvan maid who lay in secret
In the doldrums of the little, woodland path.

So Man grew old, weak and wise
For he knew now
That he would never find the sylvan maid
At the end of the little, woodland path.

Man is I, I am Man
But forward I will go
And remember the dream of the sylvan maid
At the end of the pretty, woodland path.