Perhaps the longing deep inside,

Is as cautious as an elf's gentle stride.

The souls they touch with intuitive minds,

Are as deep and lost as the Earth's ravines.

The anguish there can never be matched,

The holes in their hearts may never be thatched.

The life of one with so little hope,

Perhaps their lives shant ever cope.

The darkness swells beyond repair,

The elf's dark home, a forgotten lair.

And still they watch with their keen eyes,

Analyzing the truth of the human's lies...

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