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Lostling-Foundling
Colder now,
that wooded hill,
remember
remember when...
We cannot erase that
which we cannot hold
and time cannot hold us
ransom.
Are you swayed
by the roots of your
experience?
Or the surge of the
moving Tide?
Rage beats against
the banners of desires
Truest love...
Remember that quiet
wooded hill?
