Liz Annson Biography

Beauty is within your eyes
Not hair; so fair like summer fire
But within the eyes,
An ashen blue
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The days get older
The shadows colder
The seasons pause in vain
And in the north
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Today's been bad
The rain fell in torrents
Blighting out the sun behind sheets of wet
No light to be had in all the land
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This is rather long, sorry. It is an extremely odd dream I had...: P

The forest bit
The forest bites
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Today in the end of all things
It is time for flying.
It is time to rejoice for the hope we once had
It is time for love to break free
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