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The story is old
the tale is true
although few believe
but me and you.
A forest deep
a castle bright
and always there
the guiding light.
A king, a queen,
a duke, the fool,
the enchantress
by a moon-lit pool.
A knight, a steed,
a wizard's grail
God save the souls
should you fail.
Faith and hope
then pain, a cry
while in the air
the dragons fly.
A shadow falls
over the moon
marching feet
they're coming soon.
The battle long
the toll is great
so waged are wars
that stem from hate.
But in the end
truth wins the fight
to carry on
through one more night.
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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