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I unveiled the scarfs, the opening was made
The other world had awaited this so called new dawn
Laden with a remembrance of my thousand ages
Will it be just as I expect or are they so mighty?

I cannot tell

Through the mists of Transcendence
Eight days of travel
The time to get my thoughts right

The Call of Morning Rising
I am not prepared to be their lord

To cherish and help
To preserve and love
To bring good where good is needed

And to bring destruction where destruction is needed

Wings to guide me
Dragons of the mountains of Gwandir
Rise from thine crypts
The days of glory are back
Guide me...riding the Clouds

Princess of the Shadows

Praseodymium

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