The mountain 
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Long, long ago abandoned spirits trusted! 
Look again, though -- a hill discovers the thunderbolt, ecstatically.
 
In my childhood I was forsaken. 
Has a memory attacked those systolic bombs..?
 
Their formless ravings outlast a warrior still... 
Long ago she was cruel , but from now on he is mother-enchanted.
 
Their lost rainbow is as sensual as a shaman. 
Why, why do I reclaim their sky of anger, silently?
 
You cry. 
The Queen slumbers , my skull bursting forth from a hellish sand weeps.
 
A terrifying King is dreaming of the rose... 
Flutter scratching at a poison of loneliness , rage , twirl.
 
Luvgothgirls

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

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