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Shores of Avalon
Through the mists and to the shores, of Avalon...of Avalon
Finally being, finally being... home
And some shall come by their will
And some shall come in a dream
And all who come shall drink their fill
For the listening, for the listening
Days of sweet communion
Nights of jeweled best
Look unto and then among
Riders of the chest
© 1997
Megha Morganfield
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