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As a wounded Otter Yet cradled in the arms of Epona I can but dream to die To all but drown within her tender tears And nurtured gently against her breasts I pass to ever flow upon the ever tide Knowing she is always by my side With the light of the Moon within her eyes.
7:59 PM
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