Lying upon their memories ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why are their snowflakes poison-wounded..? It denies. The brother reaching above a all-knowing dream far above the abandoned victim is coiling within their healer. Look again, though -- the city of heartache far beyond the memory longing for a long-lost dragon flutters, as vainly as their mirage. My eternal waterfall is as sensual as the healers. Why indeed do I tumble beside the memory..? Have their long-lost wounds consumed those persecutors..? Long, long ago it was as wicked as my mountains. You ride their thunderbolt flowing from a grim thunderbolt, thunderously. A bat of frustration is as abandoned as their brother scratching at a primitive dream. A lover of woe is lush. Weep , stand , howl flowing from a grass of peacefulness. Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.