Here we go, should be pretty easy:
Like light on water,
A bird on the wing,
The blood of three,
A wonder I bring.
[ June 21, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
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