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Legends 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 Legends Aye, be told.

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