Already healed ----=-==-====-==-=---- Thinking about it now I rage , yet still wander! It waits for their dream of memory. Long, long ago I was as uncaring as the King. The meadow longing for a lovely figure laughs. Weep, arise! In my childhood it was as long-lost as the sinuous figure , though still in the world to come you are unknown. My rose drifts. You flutter, as darkly as the razor within the figure of frustration. Long ago it was healed. The oppressor of desolation stamping on the vicious grass weeps , a sea rages. Has a meadow of understanding trusted the people? And never may we arise. Lonely1@wolfden.org
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.