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Short Explination This was a purely spur of the moment type of poem. I had written while role playing my faery character, Celeste. She was singing to a woman who was dying. Faery LullabyThe wind is coming from the east my faerilet The wind that blows so gently Sleep deep in the earth's loving grasp And let her be your keeper The wind is coming from the east my sweet It sweeps across the plains It blows the leaves, but don't you fret I'm here to ensure you sleep, deep sleep. 2/2/99 |
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