by Zorgon of
Shalott
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through the Mysts of Avalon my thoughts do fly
Across
the Lake where once Mighty Arthur did his best
White
as the snow is her brow, her throat like the
swan, Like
dew upon the ground is the fall of her fairy
feet This
is the Land which Time hath passed on by
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