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I can hear her calling me Home to our trees They sing in native tongue I hear their voices The moon betrays me to my other half Calling my true nature forth I miss my home Where i began I miss my other nature My mirrored half I know i ran But the real trees call me home I can feel their grasp Their traces on my soul, my heart My circle calls to me In borrowed time I miss my real trees
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
The Real Trees
I can hear her calling me Home to our trees They sing in native tongue I hear their voices The moon betrays me to my other half Calling my true nature forth I miss my home Where i began I miss my other nature My mirrored half I know i ran But the real trees call me home I can feel their grasp Their traces on my soul, my heart My circle calls to me In borrowed time I miss my real trees
His-Gweniverre
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His-Gweniverre
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
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