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Scrolls speak ~ maidens weep,
spirits dancing in the fire ~
of Wizards wise, their eyes,
Elven wars for Paradise
~ and man's desire .....
Stars peek, and brave Wings return
~ everything on the ground has burned.
Dragons wish ~ eyes alight, learned
~ have read the Runes this very night
and held the Horror within their Sight ~
the Sorcerers rage is joined by their Might.
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