[Verse 1]

In a tanned field she lay quietly after the game was over

Wandering through pathways of [?]

[?], plants were around her where they had been

The [?] marching before, all was safe but soon

Where was the nectar, essence of oatmeal?

Not [?] from the table

[Verse 2]

Do you breeze [?] that she hath never [?]

He came with a stallion's leap, and neatly swept off her feet

And offered his heart

Thе proud young nephew took up her fruit

Soon upon thе [?]

[?] and [?] her

[?]

[Verse 3]

Tap the bark and see through the screen

What'd you call it, maybe translucent or simply clear?

When a memory calls [?]

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