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Heede the chante of the foreste, I feele his breathe in the wistful wynde
"Threefolde-three nights on the tree...", I seek his gaze in the well of Wyrd
Don't query the signes, don't question thy sanity
But knowe what thou wielde, compassion or steele, you'll threefolde receive...
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