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Forgotten and concealed |
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are the tales of old. |
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Yet the spirits of the field |
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I do behold. |
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A mist-like shape reveals |
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the fiddler in his prime, |
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it's an act through the time. |
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Under the starlit sky |
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shadows come alive. |
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Chapters of laughter and a sigh, |
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they do revive. |
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The mist-like shape entwines |
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the legend and the lore |
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into a conviction unsure. |