I came unto the dark place
Shouded in mysteries
Darks irons of the pines
Scattered sunlight in line
And fairy folk and witches danced in the hollow
With barbarian badgers and swooping swallows
I came unto the darknes
The plug of the hill
I pulled out the stopper and watched
The water fill
And freedom time for energy
That runs in sweet flowing rills
When I came unto the dark place
At the foot of the hill
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