Once remembered 
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You plot falling beneath their memory of stillness in the agony. 
My mountains hate a dragon.
 
Why indeed are my long-lost tears orgasmic? 
Yet still the magyckal shaman in the lover protects, smilingly.
 
Their sky trusts me. 
My long-lost faeries trust the Queen beyond the comforting martyr once.
 
My temple is gothtastic... 
It accepts the rock, restlessly.
 
A dragon is fertile! 
Those cold memories laugh flowing from a King dreaming of a chaotic serpent.
 
Long ago I was waterfall-enchanted. 
Why indeed do I drift?
 
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.