i well deep this in
unwrought stone
grow moss long
at evergloam
naught but echo
keening of mouth
howling of heart
brittle, broken,
ravaged & worn
here of my well deep
in unwrought stone
i well deep this in
unwrought stone
grow moss long
at evergloam
naught but echo
keening of mouth
howling of heart
brittle, broken,
ravaged & worn
here of my well deep
in unwrought stone
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