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Ode to Agrimon
When winds of old, stretch long.
The weary rejoice the day come and gone.
The lasting fire burns on high.
And gods look down, beyond the sky.
Come,
Oh come,
On wings
On feet,
With hearts as lush as the meadow.
Come,
Oh come,
On ships
On barrels.
Where the eye is sharp as the arrow.
Where lives are made by the back and bones
And the kingdoms come on sounds of drums.
Come,
Oh come
Where the legends burn
Where the fire marks the way.
Come,
Oh come,
While food is hot
And there is room to stay.
The weary rejoice the day come and gone.
The lasting fire burns on high.
And gods look down, beyond the sky.
Come,
Oh come,
On wings
On feet,
With hearts as lush as the meadow.
Come,
Oh come,
On ships
On barrels.
Where the eye is sharp as the arrow.
Where lives are made by the back and bones
And the kingdoms come on sounds of drums.
Come,
Oh come
Where the legends burn
Where the fire marks the way.
Come,
Oh come,
While food is hot
And there is room to stay.
Published 4th Aug 2012
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