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Turn to creation'Neath her leafy hilltop on the moors of Danaan side the shadows run against the land, they hide, from sense and object brought by man. Her hand wad heavied when you lied and all the strength within you died. Heaven scented daisies sing a sweetly soothing blues Nymphs recall forgotten good confused, for only Queen has understood. Your scorn remains in what you choose removing all we have to lose. And in the hatred of reason, and the power of jealousy and the empty religion and the calling of ecstasy and the turn of creation and the ruins of legacy We See. Watch the bleeding tulips sing a meloncholy tune the Nymphs recall a sadness brought by rune, man takes the peaceful world we sought. They thought that man could rule the moon and stole our bliss from us too soon. But it will only lead to ruin This world can only end in ruin. By Runa |
