At the end of a closing day
A little child was born and raised
Deep in the forest on a hidden place
Mother never saw her face
Ancient spirits of the forest
Made her king of elves and trees
She was the only human being
Who lived in harmony
In perfect harmony
She woods protected, fulfilled her needs
Fruit by birds, honey by bees
She found shelter under the trees
She grew up in their company
They became her family
A thousand seasons
They passed her by
So many times, have said goodbye
And when the spirits called out her name
To join forever, forever to stay
A forest spirit she became









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Under the Moonfluence.
"Some things look better with a few dents in it. " ~Keith Moon
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om senang, tante girang
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Those who dam streams can build fountains.
Those of us who just let them run free,
We can move mountains.
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