Otus and Rismel - Part 5
There was a stir, like gossamer,
When Rismel slipt to sea.
And with a stir, like gossamer,
The deeps shall welcome me:
But at Gramard's gates the Bridegroom waits;
And His words shall make me free.
When Rismel slipt to sea.
And with a stir, like gossamer,
The deeps shall welcome me:
But at Gramard's gates the Bridegroom waits;
And His words shall make me free.
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