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Post by ElfChild on Mar 7, 2016 21:52:53 GMT -8
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Post by ElfChild on May 5, 2017 20:50:59 GMT -8
Full Text because I just found my copy of it a year later:
From distant lands between the trees they call us in Singing without trying, dancing without knowing They course through the world like the sap of our beloved The life and breath of every shining glory and gentle miracle Soon they will blow the horns and call the hunt We will sleep to wake anew, younger than before And all that was that never will will strain against the seams And all the ways that never walk will tumble from their streams
The children of the world are calling, dancing in their rhyme The light of magic in their hearts will free us from our time Lands unfold and lands remade, form and thought bound one to one On strings last days of new green life, doors await in deepwood stands Hunters walk in unlocked gates, now steal the music from our lands Gone will be the honey sweet and all the life it sings Gone will be the children new, all light on silver wings
Do you know your purpose, busy bees of the woodland bind Or is your path too precious to be trusted to the waking mind Nowhere could be safer, for treasures great, than the swarm that is the hive But alas, in your wrath and stinging strength, you leave none of you alive From distant lands between the trees they call us in Singin without trying, dancing without knowing From distant lands beyond the hills you have come within Winging without flying, entrancing without slowing We will sleep to wake anew, younger than before Finding dreams we sought are dreams no more.
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