'Tis the full of the moon, and his silvery beams lance slowly toward Arda, and my heart.
Be still, elf-maiden, and listen to the water, 'tis the voice of Ulmo, tugging at the strings of your heart.
Listen to the music of the whispering wind, as it sighs through Yavanna's trees, you can hear the call of your heart.
Run swift through the woods, toward the last lights gleaming, and journey to the wide, wild sea,
There light on a ship, and journey cross the waters, go where your heart longs to be . . .
Excuse me, I am going to go cry now. [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img] But that is what I do when I want to feel elvish . . . *sniff*
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So, where are we going?
But you, man of God, flee from all this, and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance, and gentleness. 1 Timothy 6:2
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