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
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
Welcome my dear please take my hand It's wonderful here
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