The Mirror
Tears fell and settled in the heart of you
shining jewels from the blue above
I walked in your dew drank the air
And wondered your fairy shore
Excalibre sleeps in the mists of your mirror
Calm until the days of hunger
As trumpets call and they awake
To heed the sound of England marching.
I walked in your dew drank the air
And wondered your fairy shore
Excalibre sleeps in the mists of your mirror
Calm until the days of hunger
As trumpets call and they awake
To heed the sound of England marching.
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