farewell, my groddle meadow
farewell my groddle home
no more to jal go fishing
nor the firebogs to roam
and the mines will all go silent
there'll be no more crops to sell
when the giants roll the land up
and to ur we say farewell.
farewell, my groddle island
my highlands and my plains
farewell, my tower of jethimadh
my moonstones and my grains.
farewell my groddle meadow
farewell my groddle home
no more to wander bortola
nor ancestral lands to roam
and the heart of ice will light no more
and the stars of ix will fall
when the giants roll the land up
and farewell to us all.
I do still feel disappointed in the outcome of the community herb garden "wars". I really wanted the concept of "public spaces" to be embraced by everyone.
flask! That....was....WONDERFUL...*cries* You have a lovely voice and songwriting talent too. And while I'm at it, I will never forget you leading a troup of us through the bogs to get the peat quest when I was a noob. You were a great leader! Thank you.