Carnalea/Patchouli Room

Pamme Swan


The elves have gone now

Because you came to late

They danced until the sun came up

Then they chose a mate

And Scattered 'neath the clover

To wile the day away

In dreamy things

Like blue smoke rings

And soft and sensual play

There is nowhere you are going 

Except here love in my arms

Don't leave me with but your stories

For how could I carry on

On this journey On forever

On and on and on Carnalea

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