Whispering Woods

Who knew the sunset could look so sweet?
 Now she feels the comforting sun's warm heat
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 She'll be the legacy of their crimes
 And she'll grieve until it's the end of time
 Though she can't see what the future will hold
 She continues moving forward
 The graves and shrines that fuel these horrors
 Are comforting for this poor explorer
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 Safekeep the gardens they try to reap
 For she sleeps in billows and heaps of wheat
 Creep through the Whispering Woods of old
 For these trees are something that she calls home
 Seamlessly she glides through marshlands
 And carries the hearts of the lost in her hands
 She'll pace herself through hidden forests
 And fight for their warmth until she's sorest