Morning's dew hangeth from my blossom's petals.
Chilling winds from raining days, blow past my blossom's green leaves,
While knocking off silver drops to fall and shatter uppon a stone floor.
Doth but weap my blossom,
For mournful worlds sleepeth within thine tear's reflection.
All is well, for I am here.
Hath my sweetish sunshine to warm you on cold days.
Hath my healing rain to quench your thirst in dry times.
Hath my singing birds to lift your spirits on days of sorrow.
Hath my shielding flame to light your way in times of darkness.
All is well, for I am here.
None my pride's sacrafice to play your stem my blossom.
For so long as you sitteth in my garden,
My soil shall preserve you.
The Dark Elf Association!
A hangout just for dark elves.
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