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Desolate Hillside...
Barren landscapes...

Voice of the winds fills my hearing,
Shades of twilight masks my vision.

Here is the domain of isolation of bleak mountain spires, of dead, dark forests,
and a hillside where I lay, where knowledge is gained, through endurance of pain.
Through thousands of years in realms unknown, on paths uncrossed,
tested and tried, continuously embattled.

A thousand years I've lain,
A thousand more I'll stay.

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