A myth
invented by the natives of this land?
A feather from you
comes seldom alone, and can bring happiness to this land of yours?
It is found in the wildest woods, and it lives
in pairs of two and two, and they stay together for life. Itīs colours are silver as the crisp moon, and it is magical when it moves and passes by. No sound is heard when it dies, and it is dying, like this land of yours?
Give a song from the old juke box, and let my feet dance to a native beat of the white eagle, when i come to join you in that ancient land of yours? It said to me; "come soon", as western winds have blown since ancient across your land of hope, dreams and souls now gone to be at peace!
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Submission Name: White Eagle, Come Again
