| Sudden the morn came
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| Slowly the curtain rose
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| Awe shone in his eyes
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| Another light was born to rove
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| With pinions of sorrow
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| On winds of despair
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| The beast appeared
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| Some say it would never go away
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| With eyes of morrow
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| On stars of guidance
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| He faced all fright
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| His way a neverending night
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| So he defied the lively waves
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| Betrayed himself
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| And the restless hieing winds
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| Strong is the blade of hatred
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| The desire of our desperate hope
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| The serpent of grief
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| Feeds virtue to it’s sateless breed
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| High aloft the dragon flies
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| The falcon has gone astray
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| So nigh but also far away
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| A cry above — the wyvern dies
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| Blind eyes have broken the oath
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| So far away but also close
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| The awaited even came
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| Slowly the curtain fell
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| Awe shone in his eyes
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| Another light still yearns to dwell
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| His eyes full of sorrow
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| And wounds of despair
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| Bled immortal dreams
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| Whispering of days of yore
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| The guise in the mirror
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| No more stars to guide
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| It’s the beast he feared
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| Now he knew it would never go away
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| So he defied the eternal rock
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| Buried himself
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| Into the everlasting flame
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| Strong is the blade of hatred
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| The desire of our desperate hope
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| The serpant of grief
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| Feeds virtue to it’s sateless breed
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| High aloft the dragon flies
|
| The falcon has gone astray
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| So nigh but also far away
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| A cry above — the wyvern dies
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| Blind eyes have broken the oath
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| So far away but also close |