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When Moonlight wens upon the moore And Starlight knocks upon your door. When thrums the hum of Faerie Wings And the Harpen sound of Elfen strings. Accompanied by dark Dwarven drums The music of the night doth come. A Shaman tends with Force of Night A Silver Sword of fierce Light. The wounds flow. The battle bounds Thunder of Hooves upon the ground. Tirelessly on the battles fight But fades away in Mornings light. And now that morning light is near I arise from sleep with vision clear. And the webs of tiredness Fall from my eyes. My new day begins Under the skies…...JMF 11/9/14
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
The Magic of Being Me
When Moonlight wens upon the moore And Starlight knocks upon your door. When thrums the hum of Faerie Wings And the Harpen sound of Elfen strings. Accompanied by dark Dwarven drums The music of the night doth come. A Shaman tends with Force of Night A Silver Sword of fierce Light. The wounds flow. The battle bounds Thunder of Hooves upon the ground. Tirelessly on the battles fight But fades away in Mornings light. And now that morning light is near I arise from sleep with vision clear. And the webs of tiredness Fall from my eyes. My new day begins Under the skies…...JMF 11/9/14
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Nov 9, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
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