O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the — John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
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O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the

— John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin
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