Reepicheep I see you sleep

ing weep

ing leap

ing long before

you look I read you

in a book upon a boat

beyond the sea alone.

Islandic downey turf

and barefoot on the hill,

a previous life to this

in which

I roamed, oh yes,

I roamed and roamed and roamed.

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