the day was long but evening came suddenly.
look out all your tower windows
over those hills and beyond,
to rivers that flow to the sea.
few who were chosen remembered
how the stars turned their lonely backs on us.
or in all those autumn years you never told
what you learned from my stories.
a farther distance than we ever traveled,
and shores to us so strange...
do winds around this place
sing the name of wintermoor?
sven
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