Tread on my soul, shall I fall?
Like those who have fallen before,
Or like those who shall fall again.
Be not but soft and tender and light,
for that is not the way of pain
I shall be wronged and not be right,
Though I will grow right ever more
More than any soul that falls.
Misty Mountain Magic
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Through the mist at the foothills of the mountains
the distance between conscious and subconscious disappears,
melding into one glorious vision creat...
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