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The time has come
we stand face to snout -
A howl cuts through the silvered night. The woodsman wakes and silently he creeps from the bed slowly moving along the floor so as not to stir his sleeping wife.
as he grabs -
The Sword: Forested memories
"in the distance -
The Sword
Join me in a tale -
The wind was with me when i left on the morning tide
set sail for an island in the sun -
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