Twas in the land of willows where the grass is long and green- 
I was fingering my harp-strings, for a wind had crept unseen 
And was speaking in tree-tops, while the voices of the reeds 
Were whispering reedy whispers as the sunset touched the meads, 
Inland musics subtly magic that those reeds alone could weave- 
'Twas in the Land of Willows that once Ylmir came at eve. 
 
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