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Where rock meets oak
And moss meets sea
Where I recollect the final words
My father said to me:
"Daughte..."

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Five years I dwelt on Kaskind's shores 
Where rock meets oak 
And moss meets sea 
Where I recollect the final words 
My father said to me: 

"Daughter, daughter, my own true heart 
Whose smile is the moon 
Now heed my plea. 
Go not to the shores of the wilding lands 
Of the savage Osnabee. 

The long-haired men and their burly shanks 
Will covet your smile 
And steal it from me 
No good ever came from the swampy stocks 
Of the reed and sunken tree." 

Oh father, father, sing no more 
Of the seaward folk 
So dark and free 
For now I sail to the wilding realm 
Of the dusky Osnabee. 

My heart is my own, so too my smile 
No binding cord 
Nor chieftain's key. 
I leave on a song at the cusp of dawn 
And I take my leave of thee. 

But the heart is a gift, so too the smile 
A treasure shared 
Where it would be 
And burly shanks keep warm that heart 
On a rainy night by the sea. 

So now I sing to my three young babes 
Where waves meet moss 
And rocks meet tree. 
Of their father's love for an Empire lass 
In our home with the Osnabee.

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Forthright: Created page with "Five years I dwelt on Kaskind's shores Where rock meets oak And moss meets sea Where I recollect the final words My father said to me: "Daughte..."

Forthright: Created page with "Five years I dwelt on Kaskind's shores
Where rock meets oak
And moss meets sea
Where I recollect the final words
My father said to me:
"Daughte..."