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Slight steps into a forest

dressed in green and gold.

The wind whispers a secret melody

to the maples.

They discard their withered dresses

underfoot.

The secret seduction of the northern forests

laid bare...

A celtic soul in norse skin.

Immigrants look for where to begin:

The traitors journey to valor's end

The forests yearn for snow again...

From blackened stone life springs forth.

Crashing waters cry a call to war.

Drifting off to distant shores

in search of elusive home lands and

nothing more...

Weary pilgrims wear pale masks...

hide the truth so no one asks.

Beneath a golden haired vail misunderstood.

Searching forever in the north woods.

Searching forever in the north woods...