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In a time of forgotten realms and whilom truth |
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Noble kings and valiant men |
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In a land where shades lurked in the dark |
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Where at night tales began to rouse |
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Ir was the dawn of the thousand fires |
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When he stepped into the night |
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Swearing to face all dusmay |
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To dare the ancient mights |
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Enthralled by a flickering glint |
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That allured him to follow |
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To a place where the realms entwine |
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A gate to the other side (adistant light) |
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Faint singing called him to step inside |
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His eyes strayed aloft |
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Willing to go towards his fate |
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A last look to the sky |
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When he passed the gate |
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For ever and ay (for a year and a day) |
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A wanderer lost in nowhere |
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Never found a place to dwell |
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Withersoever he fared |
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Twilight shapes begged him to stay |
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But the glinting stars |
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Drowned all leathe |
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Restless he hied afar |
