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“How can it be? For my love to die?
How can it be? And all I can do is mournfully sigh.
I would have climbed a great hill or fend off many a shrew,
In mountains cold and forests old,
far away the beast yet roams.
From whence it came or is to go,
none would dare tell.
Many warriors tried to match the beast,
Alas! One by one they fell.
Addramyr! A Athramar!
Gilith vi chín lín,
We're duty bound,
Ere death knell sound,
We sing our final song,
With axe and sword,
Our final chord,
Mimzi and Trimzi
The Story of Two Brothers
There once was a brother named Mimzi,
His beard was strong and smart,
Dead Man's Marsh
Slimy things and smelly scents,
creeped out the swampy land
We heard a cry,
Far in the sky,
Part Three: Knowledge
'What is knowledge?'
A man asked me!
'What is understanding?'
Part Two: Questions
Poetry.
'Nuff said.
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