I close my eyes outside in the rain As the day draws to an end In darkness death lurks silently And fear crawls and caws behind me I will wait for you by the fire When you approach the glade Together well watch the dance of the flames That reminds us of old and precious tales At dawn we will wander over the hills When mist rises from the dale With the gentle waft of the gale The air smells like great forgotten times When eagles reigned the empyreal sky And wolves roamed through moonlit nights
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