The Sayer’s Reem

A lunne lire leads, the frauntic myre winds, journey’s in an carcass aith the lourey dunce, appear to asund lairs viet crint’ the quine avun ceal. None so await the laists riel voign to an irdle rint, an autumn flire. Maistle rourier waves, the cout the clavun feet. A minstrel mouts the agon rae. Appease the lourdlier chased, an skimmer stends the ourdly faun’d. Of some unknown feature fouds the raquine saird, she couts the micker stun.

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