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| Deomis |
The fountain's waters lie so still No ripples cross its glassy waters A weary sigh echoes through the woods And a silk clad figure stirs Like some wandering specter she does appear The trees drop their leaves before her path Her face is sad and full of fear Yet flowers would bloom to see her laugh The lonesome path comes to it's end Forest opens to silken' blades of grass Plants seem to part to let her pass (yeah it's crappy I know but it's been two years and I still haven't finished it) is depressed |
040722 |
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| Deomis |
damnit. correction the lonely path comes to its end Forest opens to silken blades of grass And rolling hills shimmer neath the wind Plants seem to part to let her pass . |
040722 |
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| marked | . | 040722 |
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| Borealis |
do so in parts. where does she go? |
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| Deomis |
Beats me. I can't figure out what in the blazes she was doing there in the first place. |
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| Deomis | hmmm.... that does help though... | 040725 |