sleep, interred
within old Avalon
steeped, withered
in waters gone
reap your burnt
baubles from Babylon
but weep for naught
for nothing's wrong
and though were still young
the wolves walk
the rivers run
Llewelyn
the wolves walk
the rivers run
the wolves walk in rivers
keep them furled
our secrets, paper-bound
beneath the burled
oak that we found
grieving birds
the egrets gather round
with words unheard
they call us now
and though you're still young
the wolves walk
the rivers run
Llewelyn
the wolves walk
the rivers run
the wolves walk in rivers
higher, higher
higher, higher
higher, higher
higher

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