Wrapt in the otiose aumbry of pride
A glede hythe a quiff will gust aside
Her folly selcouth
Binds herfast to her wanweird
To speak ever sooth
She is thrawn, my sister, my coëval
Into fell Truth's ghyll she will smiling fall
Morrow's dawnsun, rise!
Drown in the throes of today!
Sky dragons, melt away!
Morrow's dawnsun, drown!
Rise in grief's eternal day!
Sky dragons, melt away!
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