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Panakes

The roots where dear Calla lies
The ground where her last breath was taken
The hill where she sacrificed herself.

Blue, purple, pink blossoms
Facing the sea
Smelling of Calla
A willow tree.

She was dear
She was loved
For the gnomes
Her last words
As gentle as doves.

Rayna.
In honor of Calla.
From KOTLC.

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