Lost But Not Found
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Sandra Feldman
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Forest, dull and dreary,
Mountains black and weary,
I climb, climb, looking,
For you, in the icy snows,
My heart thinks it knows,
But sees nothing Clearly.
What feeds the heart, but Love?
Blood, only secondary,
I lost you dreaming of,
A Tale told by a Fairy.
Alone now and Forever,
Your words remain so still,
The rivers have stopped flowing,
And maybe I soon will.
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