She came in dream With chestnut hair lit by
fire Surrounding eyes of green. A smile of warmth A laugh, a pause ~ And
then…a question rode the air : “What troubles thee? What do ye seek? Look
deeply at me childe For second sight I have the right And I have traveled wilde.
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