The light is slowly fading away from the setting sun Hiding its glory behind the trees The magics slowly taking form in the twilight The boundaries are fading as light becomes dark The dance of the elves A procession following the streams The streams of the underground Like a river of waters so black A prelude of the enchanted display Where the invisible can be seen On the meadow dew A ring of white mist The dance of the elves Where time stand still A melody opaque Enthralling beyond sense A dark magnetic force Following the mist Entranced by the tunes Dancing in the dark A century will pass tonight Time forever lost On the meadow dew A ring of white mist The dance of the elves Where time stand still The dance of the elves A procession following the streams The dance of the elves
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