Bring me back to sadness
Follow my path of grief
Walk me through those forests
Where diamonds are tears of leaves


Show me those ancient places
Where Romans and Vikings met
Mirror me deathless faces
Who’s stones have not been set




Fetch me aging sagas
Tell me what once was told
Take me to living legends
Who’s honor has not been sold






Stroll with me through meadows
Where grace springs from eternal soil
Rest beside tombstone shadows
Belit by everlasting oil

Upon my journey of lament
Sack my simple sum of grief
Ask no further where I went
My soul will drip from every leaf.






A Lunde Garden of Eden
Anderson's Lumberyard
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