Otherworlds (Fiction)

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As I stare into the fire

I remember the days of old

A life untainted - safe, not dire

Replaced by this cruel, burning cold


The hills of England sing through space

The waves of Ireland sound from distant shores

A girl of ordinary elegance, natural grace

Whose human music still pours


Through the gap of worlds

Stirring my lonely soul to dance

And mighty powers unfurled

Cannot pierce my deep, bottomless trance

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