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O old gods, let us enter the ancient forests, |
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The sylvan abode of faeries and fauns |
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Lead us whispering spirits of times bygone |
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To lands fabulous and forgotten |
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O, Scythed Empress of retrieveless aeons |
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Let us wander thy fathomless kingdoms, |
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Like vagrant seraphims of some remoter heavens, |
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Without mortal fears and burdens |
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O, steadfast guardians of edenic times |
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Let us return to the garden amarinthine |
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Let us leave this sad and grey world, |
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That knows us not, |
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This bitter realm of pain, that is not ours |
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Let us recall the nights, when delight was all, |
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The world ere the atlantean doom |
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O, Great Enchantress of the ivory moon, |
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Let us taste the dreamful anodyne of joy |
