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Llewellyn

from The Leaf Maker by Wickerbird

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sleep, interred,
within old Avalon
steeped, withered,
in waters gone

reap your burnt
baubles from Babylon
but weep for naught,
for nothing's wrong


and though were still young
the wolves walk,
the rivers run
Llewelyn,
the wolves walk,
the rivers run,
the wolves walk in rivers


keep them furled,
our secrets, paper-bound,
beneath the burled
oak that we found

grieving birds,
the egrets gather round,
with words unheard
they call us now

and though you're still young
the wolves walk,
the rivers run,
Llewelyn
the wolves walk,
the rivers run,
the wolves walk in rivers


higher, higher
higher, higher
higher, higher
higher

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from The Leaf Maker, released September 25, 2015

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