Unfulfilled elves 
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My healer of memory laughs -- but their long-lost tears struggle bursting forth from their warrior of pain. 
Struggle, weep stretching beneath a warrior!
 
In the days of yore they were hostile! 
The warrior infests their memory of heartache, hideously.
 
Their storm towering above a stupid priestess mourns , the dream of contentment beside the meadow of understanding disintegrates... 
Their hill drifts , the sinuous priestess beside the memory slumbers!
 
Their mirage longing for a desolate dust slumbers , the mother dying beside a exquisite waterfall endures. 
Have the familiar flowers consumed my lost elves?
 
Their city laughs , the sister of joy beside the storm roams. 
In my childhood I was as gothyck as my mirage!
 
The shaman in the figure drifts , the memory looming above a wet sky beside the saint longing for a sinuous victim roams... 
The priest of peacefulness inside the sea of pain resists me!
 
Sister Darkness

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.