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for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
i love to steal awhile away
i despise my friends more than you
i see all human wits
the lightning flashed, and lifted
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
full of tears
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
stuff of the moon
no prey am i of poor thoughts
with joy and wonder

 



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