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Commala-come-coo/The wind'll blow ye through/Ye gotta go where ka's wind blows/'Cause there's nothing else to do.
Sheemie is curled up in his favourite place by the fire, Capi the kitten asleep in his lap as usual. His eyes are open, but distant, dreaming.
Commala-ka-kate/We're in the hands of fate./No matter if it's real or not,/The hour groweth late.
The call of the door is a pulse and a song in his mind, growing steadily stronger and harder to ignore. He's not looking that way, he won't, but that only makes it the smallest bit easier to resist.
Commala-come-home/Through a door, a rose, and stone/Lost and gone no longer/Come ye back unto your own!
Not long now, not long at all. Come talk to him, while time remains.
Sheemie is curled up in his favourite place by the fire, Capi the kitten asleep in his lap as usual. His eyes are open, but distant, dreaming.
Commala-ka-kate/We're in the hands of fate./No matter if it's real or not,/The hour groweth late.
The call of the door is a pulse and a song in his mind, growing steadily stronger and harder to ignore. He's not looking that way, he won't, but that only makes it the smallest bit easier to resist.
Commala-come-home/Through a door, a rose, and stone/Lost and gone no longer/Come ye back unto your own!
Not long now, not long at all. Come talk to him, while time remains.