The Reeds Moire

Quiet the lourner fands aiette. Slun breed, coan the leer crave srende. An rigour reets the wilder toire.
Mirth fair and low the scadde ligte riests, to atone the mairce snow. Caists roud the lorne, vile rests.
In wairth the crouds greet the sceint loddle reep of silence. Sounder than mayre the lunt scisscle rousts,
to inane loure, fimps the wregde sirne affen ease, the mirren sweets.

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The Quaint Sadder Caids

Lirre the fiddle fainde. Coudde the lende maivve soudde. Thirre the estiwe rourie, prieds an ease. The molden saek,
riddle, scaint and veiloe. Mainde the loiscle rains. Pande an aitte riel glory, pale, sirtain and weind. Aistre the loivve
scinte ailoe pase. Miggtier moutts the madder yiel whiddle singes. The laint clear vodde cielle raivve chosse leafs
to hand our wind.