You're welcome here
I'll lay a carpet down for your feet
And show a path with hot gold light
You crest the gateway of my heart and
I wait for you at the end of the road
I cannot take your hand, where in these forests
I am too afraid to roam alone; I see
Their eyes in every pine knot, hear their threats
In the moaning of the owls. This place
Is more wild than you know, and you
Will cross safer for that ignorance.
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