The bards weave

A kiss as sweet as any love

a maiden on the winds and sea

through the darkness as a lighted way

to be whatever, whatever will be,

her heart a sail from distant shores

from here to and afar

where minstrels sing of nothing

and their mugs are filled with stars.

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