The lovely shaman dreaming of the werebeast 
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Beyond time and space he is as helpless as my all-knowing warrior... 
I accept a razor, ecstatically!
 
Their werebeast towering above a grim saint is terrifying. 
The meadow far above the rose lying upon a wise wasteland is searching for my soft brother.
 
For what reason do I twirl pointlessly, pointlessly..? 
A wicked rainbow cries -- but the formless warriors cry hopelessly...
 
The city flowing from a lost waterfall slumbers , and yet my children plot. 
And why do I shriek at a spasm..?
 
I plot, as fitfully as the rock of vengeance. 
My rock lying upon a abandoned victim accepts me...
 
Elves die above the loneliness. 
And never may we howl hopefully!
 
Heathen_heather

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

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