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Wandering Forest Elf

I'll take his walks But not his ways. Rugged for each, rung through Old woodsman's days. I'll track what cries For peace, hawk-climbed In that soothing, stream-breathed Mountainy thymed. While bypassing Unnerved by, mourned Legends echo, in both felled Branched grandeur; horned.

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