Solstices Set The Summerset Song

Hollow be the speckled light among the hue
No thoughts are made among the few
Seize the sacred blood that beats within
For there is life among the grime

Kin forever kindled in my heart
The forage may by which we part

Tame the timid of my heart
And listen to the passage art
Art not which thou is
And certainly is not, which thou is now

Somehow we have shunned the surly scrawl
And rivers dance among the halls
Hale not unless ye are meek
For I am tired and grow so weak

Solstice set the summerset song
And through the fields there was song
And there was dance among the seasoned light
And you bequest of thee upon this night

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