The Nether-Edge Testo

March 'ull sarch, Eäpril 'ull try
Mäy 'ull tell if you'll live or die
March 'ull sarch, Eäpril 'ull try
Mäy 'ull tell if you'll live or die

Buds a-break and milchi seeps
Heady in the meadows
Chalky children on the steep
Baskets full of shadows
Gapmouth spins a rattle song The air's an upturned ocean
Swift's an axe hurled in the gloam
Splits the Riddle open

Now it looks it almost zounds
Wordle zircles wider
With the silence upside down
Horse atop the rider

Quaterevil takes a wife
Chilver meets her maker
As the grindstone turns thе knife
O'er Elevеn Acres

Femboys in the forest find
Figs of foul freedom
Where the old you left behind
Valls through nether-Eden
Femboys in the forest find
Figs of foul freedom Where the old you left behind
Valls through nether-Eden

So some must watch, while some must sleep
So runs the wordle's way
A not-girl zwealed at the stake
A-births the end of May