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Oh, How well |
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I remember the day |
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Encircled by trees |
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I was Grabbing |
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Boughs and whispering fays |
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Forced to walk on their elfin pathways |
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Until they led me to a fount at last |
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I watched into the starlit water |
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And the lights began to whirl around |
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Weird eyes glared at me |
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My mind sabk into the fount |
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Dark it was there on the ground |
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But bright and graceful was the light |
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Of the dancing water sprites |
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Mute voices sang their songs profound |
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Tunes frail as their wavy guise |
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Enswathed me like a silken shine |
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A glance on the flight of time |
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To distant realms and stars |
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Low laid the land of mine |
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And their everlasting scars |
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In the deepest depth there was fire and source entwined |
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In days of yore and before |
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It burned and flowed in our mind |
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With eyes on the wings of time |
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I saw the flames increase |
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The fount fell down into lethe |
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And within the silken shine |
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Again I heard the singing fays |
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Through the mist of time |
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There is no believe |
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Frail is the |
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Pathway of dreams |
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For all is drowned in chants of lethe |
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Aye, I will remember the day |
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Encircled by |
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Trees I was |
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Grabbing Boughs and whispering fays |
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Forced to walk on their elfin path ways |
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Here I saw how the days would last |
