I've not set hand
Through the passing days and months
On my white spindlewood bow
Yet, strung taut at night,
The release of sleep eludes me.
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I've not set hand
Through the passing days and months
On my white spindlewood bow
Yet, strung taut at night,
The release of sleep eludes me.
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