oh how the mitte has fallen worrier
STAR HAVE FALLEN BY MY BOW,THE MOON
NOW MY FIREND IN FIAER OF MY AIRROW
.EVERY COULD IN THE SKY IN MY
GRASPE!AN YET CONSUMED BY YOU?THE
ESANSE OF THE ROOT OF LIFE,WITHIN
THI WHOUM!NO MORE?AS SHE DANCES TO
MY MALODY WITHIN THE SEED OF ALL
LIFE.WORRIER AM I,THI SPIRIT
I HOLD WITHIN VALLYS OF MY SOUL,
LIES?FONTONS OF WISDOM
UNDERSTANDING OF STORES UNTOLD?
WORRIER AM I!MY LORDS SWORED TO BE
HOLD EMENES OF LOVE!YOU AN I,AS
WINTER PASSES FALL AN SPRING BEFOR
SUMMER I HAVE SURCUMED LIKE ATOME
BEFOR FALL OF A WORRIER! oh how the MITTE has
FALLLEN,Knowledge A STERM NO! RIVER
DEEP TO THE OCEN FLOOR OF MY SOUL
ALL HAVE FALLEN,MY LORD MY SWORD
WORRIER!! AND YET I HAVE FALLEN,IN
"LOVE" AND NOT TO HER SWORD!.
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