M i l d e w
Stars move slowly in a silvery night
Far away on the other side
"But-- Directing her eyes back out to the trees, in a stern voice, Mildew continued: "The Mathair must make her own decisions, and she is free to leave if she wants to. It is not in the spirit of the Feverlands to keep people against their will." Freedom and wild nature did not imprison, did not control.
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Mildew tells off the swamp a little bit.
Will you come to talk with me this night?
But she couldn't find how to push through
But she couldn't find how to push through