Of Light and River


Don the joy, and hail the day.

-Near wooded wet-

My lover waits for me,

She waits for me.


In palace forests,

-Thin are her hands-

Deep in the earth,

Deep in the sky.


She sings of me,

She sings of me.


A tear fell, this morn,

I healed while the earth wept.

-For it had other plans for me-


Oh, Lover

Come to me,


Dear come to me.

The End

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