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Silence the bells, child
cover their silver with dark drapes
—sing them to slumber and watch
as outside all quietens, stills
sighing a deep weariness

Tilt your head, child
breathe in the cold of winter
—see as the snow falls
covering angels, footprints
and lays them to rest

Wander to the lake, child
down the slippery meandering path
—listen to the sounds
as the water surges, roars, yes, binds
and let it embrace you gently.
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Winter lullaby © S. A.</sub>

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Mistakes and lonely nights
lead where the wisdom lies
just leave the light on for tonight
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_{The City Takes Care Of It © Damn Seagulls}

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If you managed to get all the way down here without skipping anything, I must congratulate you on your impressive attention span. If not, well... you are reading this, so I suppose something in this house must still have triggered interest. My description changes rather frequently, and this particular layout is not quite complete either. The previous ones were nearly all dumped to the bio burial site. There isn't much more to say here, really. If you for some reason want to know something else about me, you'd do well following some of the links I've provided. Feel free to leave a message, though I can only guarantee answers to Elftown-related enquiries. If you're a writer and want (unapologetic) feedback, toss me a link and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Horny teenagers may piss off. Everyone else: add yourself to my visitors list so I can check your house out in return.




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