Andergast Garden

In a quiet village, by the river's bend,
Lived a woman named Dorota, a love to defend.
Her heart held captive, by a distant flame,
Alrik, her beloved, to whom she laid claim.

Oh, Dorota, faithful and true,
Your love for Alrik, forever grew.
Through the passing years, you patiently stayed,
But time's cruel hand, left you dismayed.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks to years,
Dorota's hope, undimmed by her tears.
She yearned for the day, when he'd return,
Their love rekindled, the fire would burn.

Oh, Dorota, faithful and true,
Your love for Alrik, forever grew.
Through the passing years, you patiently stayed,
But time's cruel hand, left you dismayed.

The seasons changed, as life moved on,
But Dorota's heart remained steadfast and strong.
Her hair turned gray, her face etched with lines,
But her love for Alrik, forever shines.

As the years unfolded, her dreams did fade,
Alrik's absence, a constant cascade.
Through sleepless nights, she whispered his name,
But the echoes remained, her love's bitter claim.

Oh, Dorota, faithful and true,
Your love for Alrik, forever grew.
Through the passing years, you patiently stayed,
But time's cruel hand, left you dismayed.

Now Dorota sits, by the window's frame,
Her heart still longing, but life's not the same.
She gazes at the horizon, her eyes filled with tears,
For her beloved Alrik, lost in the years.

A sad song for Dorota, her story we sing,
Of love unrequited, a melancholy sting.
May her devotion be remembered, as time slips away,
For Dorota, who waited, till her dying day.

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