She’d walk,
– away from the night
Draped in a moonlit gown;
Under the oak tree,
I’d see her reading –
The tale about the old lovers
Who were killed at dawn
Ironically, she was the love child
Born out of wedlock;
Was shunned
Say; I’d seem,
It was one of those days
Where she’d cry herself to sleep
– away from the night,
Under the flicker of the tree

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