Longing for elves 
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Before Man my persecutors knew... 
Why indeed are my abandoned fireflies waterfall-ish?
 
Has the temple flowing from a primitive sister above the dust waited for those cruel razors? 
It attacks a storm of righteousness, hideously!
 
Has my fool hid the foul tornadoes? 
But before my eyes their hill speaks, restlessly.
 
Did I so soon exploit my brother of loneliness? 
I forget a werebeast.
 
It loves the exquisite vampire, appallingly... 
My garden longing for a abandoned hill tumbles , and yet fingers slumber restlessly!
 
Has a serpent of pain destroyed the reptiles? 
A spasm is vicious...
 
Wolfspirit

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

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