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The Wizard of Sunspring Marches
At dawn every solstice day
Took a windcart over the Glassea
And tied on her Cloak of Fae
Her boots sharpened small and cloven
Pricking the lavender shore
And her eyebrows blossomed bluebells
Like the newborn nymphs of yore
She left her windcart, trailing
Unbound tresses of silver weeds
And she floated up the Hills of Fasting
To the Glade Above the Trees
Follow me down inside the island
Where the emerald will burst open
Galaxies pulsing unfolding
Setting Earth above a mountain
Trees at the bottom of the sea
Drag me down inside the mountain
Living lightly and rushing loving
Down cave streams to the island
Spinning stars in that rock ceiling
Reflection on a forever sea
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