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that was not my name
when the pretty Aesir
-with eyes dark as mine-
came to play in my Ironwoods.
I saw him watching me
and smiled.
He was mine after that.
that was not my name
when the pretty Aesir
-with eyes dark as mine-
came to play in my Ironwoods.
I saw him watching me
and smiled.
He was mine after that.