| Ancient tales and forgotten songs
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| Tell of former times
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| A magic world, where the dragons fly
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| Spreading out their flames
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| In this place good and evil still fighting
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| In between stood a powerful being
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| He was wearing a black cloak
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| And he was half human just
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| One word from his mouth
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| Could make mountains turn into dust
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| Won’t you honor him
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| With a thought or a smile
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| And will you tell his tales
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| To those you leave behind
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| Will you cry a tear
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| For a time long bygone
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| Then he will live on
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| 'cause he was the wizard
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| He was the one
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| A tower so deep black, the night sky
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| Was nothing compared to that
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| And that’s where he lived behind the walls
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| That could hold back time itself
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| He was a seer of past, present and future times
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| So filled with the wisdom that he could convince you with a rhyme
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| He was wearing a black cloak
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| And he was half human just
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| One word from his mouth
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| Could make mountains turn into dust
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| Won’t you honor him
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| With a thought or a smile
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| And will you tell his tales
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| To those you leave behind
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| Will you cry a tear
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| For a time long bygone
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| Then he will live on
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| 'cause he was the wizard
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| He was the one |