I am my only theif and jailor keep beeviled and
O my deare brother I am damnifyed at Caer Siddi
Beneath the sediment of aeons In ancient repose
Behold this pale offering whose essence feeds your
And if I'd the spell to claim your existence
Low ye hills in ocean lie Hob y
When I was fair and young, and favor graced me
Of
Air-built madness: unfamiliar charm Hides in the softest
So you've returned to lengthen my shadowTo once again shatter
Should I let me guide me All that lies before
woke up tired I woke up down on my knees
It's time to let go Time to spend some time
Time to show some sharper teeth
Time to grow a
There was a gentle angler who was angling in the
Another night down on the Catherine wheel Drawn
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