Come eve, frustrated winds doth blow
leaves glide upon her tree's sorrow
painted with a stroke of starlight
they swim in the dark of the night
A creature or two must witness
he the beauty of it digest
or altogether with a might
turn away from its budding light
Come eve howls slashing pierce the wind
racing about the hills confined
lambs afraid run with a might
stepping on leaves with hooves a light
Come eve exists no tomorrow
come eve, dang'rous paths are narrow
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