[02:30.00]Wonder do they stride at all
[02:30.00]Who bore him over her glistening ground
[02:30.00]I wonder do
[02:30.00]I sense the breath of dragons steering sound
[02:30.00]I catch the gust with my hands like an open bowl
[02:30.00]And hope the beast never stills the wailing of his mould
[02:30.00]I wonder does it pour me something opaque in mirrormere
[02:30.00]And grace this that has lasted for quite
[02:30.00]Some time will it last throughout all days
[02:30.00]The sound turns undressed back to me like beryls floating in a wide stream
[02:30.00]I wonder is this the final chance to fulfill the golden steem
[02:30.00]The sound of finches ledged to the skin
[02:30.00]Defy this pledged cry never has
[02:30.00]T really leaned to me as a burden or an obvious lie
[02:30.00]I wonder if her silver horns bestow poison into my chalice for
[02:30.00]I feel the stains like
[02:30.00]I've been touched though wounded not from foreign malice
[02:30.00]Be with me and feel with me the sketch of your enchanting sky so
[02:30.00]I can hold you in my arms tight until the day
[02:30.00]I die