Owlish Mutterings
A Wish for Fionavar
From this book, comes this song/poem: Thy table set with rarest wine, Choice meats, sweet ripened fruit And candlelight when we dine In Fiovarre. On we two the high stars will shine And the holy moon lend her light. If not here you will be mine In Fionvarre.

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