my little pony, feet

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I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people who will see a world
That I shall never know

I sit beside the fire and think
Of older times that were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at my door

On high above the mists I came
A distant flame before the sun
A wonder ere the waking dawn
Where grey the nordlands waters run
In elder days and years of yore

"HiScoots Dilemma"

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We lust for honeysuckle, strangers Life's trawl pages, pick thin thing Tempted by the naked eye, morning sunrise I want air, need it like a supplicant Darkened skin afraid to see Radiate open lips, keep smiling for me Darkened skin afraid to see Radiate open lips, keep smiling for me We lust called honeysuckle, let's get freckles I can't take tranquilize On my lips under your feet Darkened skin afraid to see Radiate open lips, keep smiling for me Darkened skin afraid to see Radiate open lips, keep smiling for me (Darkened skin afraid to see Radiate open lips, keep smiling for me...)

Мы жаждим медовое дерево, незнакомцы, Жизнь тащила страницы, выбрав вещи, тонкие как бумага. Защищенная невооружённым глазом, жемчужный рассвет... Я хочу воздух, мне он нужен, как просителю. Потемневшая кожа, боюсь смотреть Сияние, открытые губы, продолжай улыбаться для меня. Потемневшая кожа, боюсь смотреть Сияние, открытые губы, продолжай улыбаться для меня. Мы жаждим называться медовым деревом, давай веснушки... Я не могу успокоиться На своих губах под ногами. Потемневшая кожа, боюсь смотреть Сияние, открытые губы, продолжай улыбаться для меня. Потемневшая кожа, боюсь смотреть Сияние, открытые губы, продолжай улыбаться для меня. (Потемневшая кожа, боюсь смотреть Сияние, открытые губы, продолжай улыбаться для меня...)

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Wars of great kings and clash of armouries
Whose swords no man could tell, whose spears
Were numerous as wheat field's ears
Rolled over all the great lands, and seas
Were loud with navies, their devouring fires
Behind the armies burned both fields and towns
And sacked and crumbled or to flaming pyres
Were cities made, where treasuries and crowns
Kings and their folk, their wives and tender maids
Were all consumed. Now silent are those courts
Ruined the towers, whose old shape slowly fades
And no feet pass beneath their broken ports
I need no call of clamant bell that rings
Iron tongued in the towers of earthly kings
Take a ride on, ride on,
on your rotting horse
on that deadly ground
Take a ride, ride on,
on your rotting horse
with a pounding sound.
Here on the stones and trees there lies a spell
Of unforgotten loss, of memories more blest
than mortal wealth.
Here undefeated dwell the fog immortal
under withered elmes,
Alalminore one in ancient realms

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