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| - For the director of music. With stringed instruments. Of Esmos. Once upon a time long ago when the world was young and it hadn't grown cold, there were forests with fays and they never grew old... The trees shined green, and the beasts were all tame. Elwayae blessed all, kept the fays in His Name. But the peace wouldn't last, for trouble soon came... When shadow had filled the whole of the world, the wrath of the sea had at last been unfurled. The One saved us all, but the shadow remained...
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| - For the director of music. With stringed instruments. Of Esmos. Once upon a time long ago when the world was young and it hadn't grown cold, there were forests with fays and they never grew old... The trees shined green, and the beasts were all tame. Elwayae blessed all, kept the fays in His Name. But the peace wouldn't last, for trouble soon came... When shadow had filled the whole of the world, the wrath of the sea had at last been unfurled. The One saved us all, but the shadow remained... Maedb plann'ed and plotted in the depths of her lair. She turned the land cold as her silver-white hair. Above schemed Soon, and poor Lunadain... The Elven and Gnomen, the folk of the two, pulled way from Elwayae, The One whom they knew. With chanting and carving, they saw their task through. Before The One's time, they came to join Man, or at the least that was their great plan. Slowly they died, as they left E'davlan.
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