A feeling of familiar things, with every footstep grew. A presence, strange at first, but known, Walked with me as a guide. Was it a dim - remembered dream? Or glimpses through eons old?
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Waters the Shoreline Hemmed With Apple Trees, Wound Past An
A feeling of familiar things, with every footstep grew. A presence, strange at first, but known, Walked with me as a guide. Was it a dim - remembered dream? Or glimpses through eons old?
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A feeling of familiar things, with every footstep grew. A presence, strange at first, but known, Walked with me as a guide. Was it a dim - remembered dream? Or glimpses through eons old?
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Wound past an island green, A low, blue line of mountain shown, The open lake between. No clue of memory led me on, But well the ways I knew. A feeling of familiar things, With every footstep grew. A presence, strange at first, but known, Walked with me as a guide, The skirts of some forgotten life, Trailed noiselessly by my side. Was it a dim – remembered dream? Or glimpses through eons old? The secrets that the mountain kept… The waters never told.