Feb 27, 2008 16:23
An' be de misery bahk where it be meant t'be?
De more ye smiled, de more morose ye be t'day, hnn?
May de spring come. An' wit it, blossoms and warm babies, aye it be time fo' rebirt'. Fo' de daughter t'return to de mot'er, an' for de snow t'be wiped from de lands...
calm goddess,
mortals,
nothing to do,
sigh,
oh well,
annoying mortals,
carry on city,
hah hah,
post-curse,
back to normalcy,
away from all that she love
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An' how ye fair.
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