...So we have left behind the ceaseless change
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the ceaseless change of Seasons,
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embittered by the inevitable maelstrom
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that draws us towards the fields of winter
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where crows burst out in their scornful cries.
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And our eyes fall on the realm of much prouder
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but neverthless even sadder creatures
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the realm of the Stormbirds...
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Embittered
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| Evereve |
