They call it Elfin Woodland
A forest stunted, bent
Pressed down by nature's hard hand
In rarefied torment
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I must write to keep
The darkness from falling
I must paint to see light
When drapes are descending
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A weeping willow touched the water
As evening breezes held their breath
You poured the white Chianti
And tore a loaf of bread
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An errant maiden one day wandered
Where little lambs had lost their way
She wore a cape of wool and linen
Her tresses flowed like flaxen hay
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Somebody gave me shelter
I have it for this day
I try to keep it simple
And pleasant to display
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Your mercy always will endure
You are our God, forever sure
You cover me with wings of love
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People, faces, places, things
Weaving through my life on wings
Golden, olden sounding strings
Melodies that we oft sing
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Morning dawns again
So do I
May my sun shine brighta
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Like pebbles in the stream of life
We’re weathered by its flow
We’re battered, bouncing to and fro
Or sucked in undertow
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There is an island in the sea
Forgot by time and man
Its sandy shoals are plain and cold
Where tiny sealife crawls
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