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Aye legends be told
Of days when sunrise turned to gold
Lovers befallen onto a silent night
Warriors drew swords to defend
The brides to love fell on hearts of men
Gone to smoke rising
Scorched earth
Humble cries rise on deaf ears
Eyes behold meaning of sunset becoming night
Rest then warrior, to which peace finds you
Angels keep thee safe till morn
Far from this place where earth be torn
Swept, remembrance of those loved
Fleeting upon the night
Aye, be told.

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