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Magnoliah stirs in her fitful sleep, hearing the whispering on the wind....
Elven child, clear your head
Left uncut is Clotho's thread
Skin of bark once its own
An empty shell that stands alone
Hear it mourning, hear it cry
Forced to watch through tear filled eye
What to do, where to turn
How to stop the wrenching yearn
A breath of life, given with ease
Teased and tormented without cease
Warmth of Life, cold of veil
Neither one to ever sail
Seen by none but seeing all
No open door within the hall