Innispriel

30 Jun 2011

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She’ll dance at the shoreline With hands in the air Her words weave a dark night Tend seeds of despair Her prayer is burning Refusing to rust Her dreams filled with yearning And seraphs of dust Can nobody save her Will anyone try Jar ‘wake sleeping ember This last firefly.

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