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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Where cradled canyons sing Of ebony wood in the forest There lies a gurgling spring Where cockcrows sing their chorus To the melody of singsong birds There I’ve concealed my sensuous words Filled with befitted signs The saccharine whiff of my designs Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found Where the fogs of night are fountains Spills of glistened moon ignite By distant silhouette mountains We dance with passion of fight Entwining ancient stance Mingling hand in hand we dance Till the mountains smile on high Near and far we spring To pursue the realest of dreams While the world cries at its seams Anxious in trouble to cling Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found To where the ridges merry make From the beaks of wooden bright In sparkly pools the ghouls awake That scarce to stir our night We watch for seekers down under Muttering secrets in their soul We bid them lucks of shivers Dipping gently in From reeds that hide a tear of a foal Under the gentle rivers Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found Far away she shall ever churn The taciturn eyed She’ll listen no more to turn To the working mills beside Or the scrubbing of the barn May peace weave in her song She shall wave in the yarn To a haven known as Belong Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found For she comes, the mortal youth To the wild realm of her truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only her tears be found
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