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Land of mystery and beauty's desire, Land clothed in foliage, harp, and lyre Spring up, ye Old Folk, and come to her. Within your hearts, a song will stir. Come to the land, of feasting and wine, A land touched by angels, beings divine. When table is cleared, and quieted, the throng, Then will you sing this eternal song. Land, so free, speak thy grace, Show unto me thy wisened face. |
i like this. Its just, springy and makes me laugh a little. Not in a bad way or anything. heh. anyways, the flow is good and the rhyming. usage of words and all that jazz... awesome. but, it almost seems that you should have gone on a little bit more... like you could add more to it. Maybe thats just me, i don't know, but i do like it ~kat | Posted on 2005-10-12 00:00:00 | by PsychoBabble214 | [ Reply to This ] | |