Where unto his words were sent.Lost in the void of time.Cast aside the ancient's spent.Lost in a sea to rhymes.To with which our gold is sold and to the end perdict. Even those growing old in whom the pants to fit.
Break me, put me in the fold. Take me even cold. to with in death do part.As for the wicked wind to say And then to steal her heart. And within dragons breath a new tale to be told. Within ourselves now bought and sold. believing as it starts.
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