The Dreamery Mythos

Underneath the weeping tree
Sitting, lying, lounging, dreaming
A smile, laugh, a rush of happiness

The weeping tree sighs
The little girl dreams
Until the sun goes down

Wishes fall like leaves
The tree starts to bleed
The little girl continues to lie

Darkness falls
The light drowns
The heart skips a beat

The weeping tree groans
A small cry is heard
And the little girl continues to lie

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