Esmerine – Last Waltz

“Underneath the forest where the horses sleep, overgrown with treetops, lay the shadow of them. Under the sleeper’s tongues, songs a-dreaming’ of being sung. Blowing in warm sweet winds, words a-waiting’ to finally be said… before they sink in the dark green grass.”

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