Me- Cryptic art thou!
What fit takes the?
Where go thou?
To the open sea? To be free?
Release me, take me with thee, release me!
Me- The universe unites in verse
One verse
A- And song
Me-
And lives seem bitter and long
Yet find pleasure in baser things...
in silver cups and golden rings.
While around you the wiser wind and lark and stone and brook sing...
The Forgotten and Fore-gotten song.
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