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dreams I've seen a Golden Wood
That holds the Riddles of the World And I've trod upon a Hidden Path To which shadowed strangers often have Lead me to its Gate. |
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sights I saw while all alone
Like candle light encased in stone And heard I laughs and music low Which lead me to where I did not know For I had wandered off the Path. |
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an unknown voice did Call to me
From the bowers of the shaded Trees A stranger's voice, yet one I knew And I ran through the grass and sleepy dew Just to find that Voice. |
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a flute off far lead me on again
And the laughter fell like Silver Rain Led me through the grey-trunked walls Whose golden leaves did never fall Not even in Winter deep. |
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Amalthea of the
Children of Twilight ~ |
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