An Excerpt From Clara Charles - text

Sitting in my garden,
Watching time go by,
Who will come and sit with me?
Underneath the sky.

I can sing you songs of old,
Marvelous and true.
With your sword and with your shield,
Adventure waits for you.

Far away in hidden caves,
Ogres build their homes,
Druids whisper to the wind,
The secrets they have honed.

Where the deepest rivers flow,
Serpents swim with tridents,
Underwater cities bloom,
Swaying with the currents.

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