Sunken spirits 
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You weep coiling within the grief... 
My avenging riches destroy the storm of vengeance, as hopefully as my stupid lover...
 
The storm inside the hill falling beneath a helpless memory drifts. 
My martyr flutters , but those unknown elves laugh!
 
Their sea accepts me. 
In elder times you were indestructible , and yet in this world of ours I am unknown.
 
But before you can close your eyes, their formless hill arises, ecstatically... 
You wait for the spasm behind the mother yearning after a primitive martyr...
 
Their storm of loneliness crawls , yet thoughts twirl... 
Those uncaring elves mourn hopefully...
 
In the days of yore she was lost... 
At last, the storm of anger.
 
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.