Dragon's ear and druid's spear
Protects you while the *Dworns are here
The winds of wrath there chill cold -a- the cloth
There which drapes her shape -a- from fangs of fear.
I love you my love
Please -a- taketh this heart which I bear
O heal my sorrow
Weareth my arms like a charm through the dales of your doom
Dragon's ear and druid's spear
Protects you while the *Dworns are here
The winds of wrath there chill cold -a- the cloth
There which drapes her shape -a- from fangs of fear.
Our lives are merely trees of possibilities.
Quick, quick while the witch with a smile has got a dagger on her lip.
Black cat sitting on my shoulder and I 'm glad
Quick, quick while the witch with a smile has got a dagger on her lip.
Sweet little girl, head full of curls.
(*Dworn - Machinery of war, a bronze frame with wheels of white ivory and the horns of a gazelle for steering, so sayeth Agadinmar.)
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