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Love is beyond the logic
And all we say love is a magic
Though sometimes it may be so tragic
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Out past the ghost borough
In the seat of the dunes

There stand a gate
Which I travel through
To hear of the old ways
From Gaia’s womb

There are others there
We remove our shoes
And dance on tree roots
As told by the runes

Here we come up on the full Wolf Moon
The spells I wove no longer loom
From the mid autumn journey
I took with you