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To the Wight in White Satin with thanks!
(to the tune of: Nights In White Satin by the MOODY BLUES,
Beautiful Lyrics slightly butchered by one Hilde Bracegirdle)
Roaming the Barrow-downs,
Never reaching the end,
Posts I've written,
Never meaning to send.
Passages I’d always missed
With these eyes before,
Just how canonical the Silm. is
I can't say anymore.
But I love it,
Yes, I love it,
And it is HoME here.
Gazing at wights,
Some hand in hand,
Some post I’ve read,
I just can’t understand.
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want it to be
It will be in the end.
But I love it,
Yes, I love it,
And it is HoME here.
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