| The light is slowly fading away from the setting sun
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| Hiding its glory behind the trees
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| The magic’s slowly taking form in the twilight
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| The boundaries are fading as light becomes dark
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| The dance of the elves
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| A procession following the streams
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| The streams of the underground
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| Like a river of waters so black
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| A prelude of the enchanted display
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| Where the invisible can be seen
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| On the meadow dew
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| A ring of white mist
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| The dance of the elves
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| Where time stand still
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| A melody opaque
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| Enthralling beyond sense
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| A dark magnetic force
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| Following the mist
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| Entranced by the tunes
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| Dancing in the dark
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| A century will pass tonight
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| Time forever lost
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| On the meadow dew
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| A ring of white mist
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| The dance of the elves
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| Where time stand still
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| The dance of the elves
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| A procession following the streams
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| The dance of the elves |