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"Sway, broad boughs of Avalon,
Shielding from the storm-
Bend so far, yet never break:
Ev'ry day newborn,
Mystery's true form.

Rise, tall trunk of Middle Realm,
Stretching ever high-
Reach for misty, branching trails:
Stairway to the sky
Stars are flaming nigh.

Sink, great roots of Seven Realms,
Plunging under sleep-
Hold the farthest, lowest lands:
Celebrate or weep,
Wonders ever deep.