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Old record’s refrain, Scratches whispering the blues, Echoes of time’s grain.
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Threads weave life’s rich tapestry, Chains of moments link seamlessly, In unity, we find harmony.
Jack Frost paints the night, In silver and pale moonlight, Winter’s artist, bright.
Albatross so grand, Plumage plump in sea breeze dance, Nature’s elegance.
Silent leaves weep low, Sad dryad in the greenwood, Nature mourns her woe.
Elf-demon dances, In moonlight, mischief and charm, Two worlds intertwined.
Elf-angels dance in light, In the quiet hush of night, Songs fill air, pure and bright.
A Morgul-blade stings The victim feels elf-shot pain The Ring calls the Wraith
The castle on the hill A land surveyor’s quest Never ending trial
The sun rises high Painting the sky with colours A new day begins
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