These dark woods are enchanting mother,
so are the shallow seas and the green cover;
Infact your marvels are just too many to discover,
Every Child born on your body is your lover.
But since all the best things come in a pair,
What's the point of daunty hope without gloomy despair?
A spoilt child has done what even Gods wouldn't dare,
Drinking her mother's blood, she is certainly beyond repair.
so are the shallow seas and the green cover;
Infact your marvels are just too many to discover,
Every Child born on your body is your lover.
But since all the best things come in a pair,
What's the point of daunty hope without gloomy despair?
A spoilt child has done what even Gods wouldn't dare,
Drinking her mother's blood, she is certainly beyond repair.
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