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The Strumming of the Lyre
Gently through the waves of Time
Came a song so sublime
Those who heard it fell asleep
Never to wake or fear or weep
The song of the Lyre drifted through
Healing all and missing few
While people fought a war
of blood and death and greed
The song of the Lyre got passed into Lore
And exaulted every single deed
Crowds fill the tavern tonight
To hear the bard by the fire
He will bring the tales of old to Light
Through the gentle strumming of the Lyre
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"Those who look for monsters should look to it that they do not become monsters. For when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes into you." Friedrich Nietzche
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