WILDEN WILLSONG

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How far wraith the wraxen weaven

a soul is strung in open chord

a lost time in a lonely note

and yet is the strongest of all

Far beneath the dainty deafs

a simpleton is dreamed and

all in all that all is lost and

a cruel smile fades away in apology

why this breaker beams and bows

the sorrowful note of breamers dow

wings of sea water now abound

and all this in silence asound

far flung and flung be without

why this cruel fate dost tempt

a shady pirouette in hand o mine

a manifest silhouette in hear

i say leave all this mi amor

leave it all for once and ode

i sing away to the sea of woe

temper not i roe till back

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