An Old Poem

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[!] A poem is pinned to the Honeyhill Noticeboard

"O' my love, fair and true,

From these lands to the waters blue,

Come kiss me by my burrow

Atop the hill on by the river

Carved into stone, eternal

 

Let us prance in the meadows

And eat berries in the woods

And make a thousand stories that I

Can write into my journal

 

And if our love is to be denied,

Let us both die

And our bodies to be buried

Where what was wild now is tamed

Where stony tunnels cut through the terrain

And spring blooms o' so vernal.