waves lap unrestrained
the haughty sol mounts the sea
only I assent
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The Wind Through the Lea
the wind through the lea
sings like a soft lullaby
the scythe grows heavy
Seek Not the Enchantment
seek not the horned beast
for it will e’er elude thee
seek instead what’s true—
that of which it means to thee
for that is within thy grasp
