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Pans Song

Sitting on the edge of dark woods, Listening to soft song, Drawing listener to rest, Taking shelter in forever song, Dressed in Sunday best. Sitting in eternal trance, Dancing on dreamland’s eternal

Down by the spring she bent her head, Drinking deep of the crystal water, Fed from mountain springs, Deep bellow the holy mountains, Rising and glancing around, She arcs her beautiful lochs, Shroud of brown hair falling over, her bare chest, Around her curvy belly, Acting as a fair dressing gown, Softly stepping from mossy…

Mountain Road

Face pressed against ice cold fogged window pane, Little nose creased wide smile engaged, Bright eyes twinkle with childhood desire, Staring at the beautiful, Twin wheel, double turbo, bell and whistle package, Red bicycle, double card pack, triple aces in the wheel, Followed by the Joker, tied to the rear hazard light, Feet pressed, legs…