| Oh, How well I remember the day
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| Encircled by trees I was
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| Grabbing Boughs and whispering fays
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| Forced to walk on their elfin pathways
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| Until they led me to a fount at last
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| I watched into the starlit water
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| And the lights began to whirl around
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| Weird eyes glared at me
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| My mind sabk into the fount
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| Dark it was there on the ground
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| But bright and graceful was the light
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| Of the dancing water sprites
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| Mute voices sang their songs profound
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| Tunes frail as their wavy guise
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| Enswathed me like a silken shine
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| A glance on the flight of time
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| To distant realms and stars
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| Low laid the land of mine
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| And their everlasting scars
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| In the deepest depth there was
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| Fire and source entwined
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| In days of yore and before
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| It burned and flowed in our mind
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| With eyes on the wings of time
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| I saw the flames increase
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| The fount fell down into lethe
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| And within the silken shine
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| Again I heard the singing fays
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| Through the mist of time There is no believe
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| Frail is the Pathway of dreams
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| For all is drowned in chants of lethe
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| Aye, I will remember the day
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| Encircled by Trees I was
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| Grabbing Boughs and whispering fays
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| Forced to walk on their elfin path ways
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| Here I saw how the days would last |