Coppice
In a coppice long forgotten
Stands a slowly growing tree
In it's bark now fast distorting
Etched my mark of love for thee
Just simple words we carved there
To stamp our pledge for sure
We thought our love forever
Though it was not to endure
I still think of you so fondly
Though your whereabouts unknown
I want that you are not like me
Just on this earth alone
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