| (A letter catches up with Mr. Nightmist on his travels.
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| Considering the inherent danger of the business described within,
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| he resolves to travels to Caldwell Town.)
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| I have buried my father’s son
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| Under stone-covered, hallowed ground
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| So many times, and my life goes on
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| With the work of the many
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| Always feeding the few
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| Receiving your letter
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| I knew, I just knew
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| As legend you know me
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| Beware!
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| It’s either black or white
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| It’s either true or false
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| It’s either on or off
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| It’s binary magic
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| It’s either black or white
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| It’s either true or false
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| Life or death
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| I’ve been walking these dusty roads
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| I’ve been walking though rain
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| But the drought and storms
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| they all pale
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| To the memory of magic
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| The wind in her hair
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| The sound of her laughter
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| as light as the air
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| As legend you know me
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| Beware!
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| It’s either black or white
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| It’s either true or false
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| It’s either on or off
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| It’s binary magic
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| It’s either black or white
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| It’s either true or false
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| Life or death
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| As our wanderer is along his path
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| There’s an awakening of sorts
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| Somehow the children
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| learn the secrets of his craft
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| And in the darkness they resort
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| when Leibniz calls
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| It’s either black or white
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| It’s either true or false
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| It’s either on or off
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| It’s binary magic
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| It’s either black or white
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| It’s either true or false
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| Life or death |