Right by the olden forest lane there stood a crooked hut All mossy stone and rusty chain and weathered wood on bricks of mud And in the winters cold as ice there seemed to shine a light inside And in the summer rains by night something hid there in disguise There lived a witch I saw her weave my dreams There by the olden forest lane in wooden scent of fir and pine Clad in a light arcane it stood embraced by rampant wine And in the winters cold as ice there seemed to shine a light inside and in the summer rains by night something hid there in disguise There lived a witch I saw her weave my dreams To play of light in the trees when the stars ignite and the breeze of the wind whispers to me... To this site I return Forest ever green Night reigns supreme Magic of the scene Weave my dreams There lives a witch I see her weave my dreams
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