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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.
My care is like my shadow in the sun, It follows me flying, flies when I pursue it. Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
III Aprilis Anno Domini MMVIII
The World is Quiet Here
