Where are the tracks of the mountains, walking tall among leaves where we fly?
Where are the wings of the legends, stretching miles without touching the sky?
Where is the sail of the dragon, bearing bones like the edge of a knife?
Where is the gleam-shine of tooth, and the red of a sun-setting life?
Where are the wings of the legends, stretching miles without touching the sky?
Where is the sail of the dragon, bearing bones like the edge of a knife?
Where is the gleam-shine of tooth, and the red of a sun-setting life?
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Beren's on Vacation
Birds lamenting the passing of dinosaurs but it's written like these piece of art poems
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