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a little diddy i wrote on the train. it rhymes too much

A girl tied to a tree

Loved a boy tied to nothing.

A little bow of thin red string

Around her wrist like a wedding ring.

All he wanted was to give her wings,

a bird that refuses to leave her tree...

This string is made from blood, you see,

And both will die if she is freed.

So he flew away later that evening

and she cried herself to sleep.

It stayed that way until last spring,

When she died still tied up to that tree.