Of planes of fantasy we find our peace
No draining evil deeds will slice us brief
The strange are free to be and live their dreams
And we remain to gleam of all we see
If all was lost be sure it will be found
The sounds of muses gathering to me
And music sweet will soften grief as clouds
Twill whisper fading bound to heavens scenes
And peace remains in core of life bestowed
And choose or not no duels will come to be
And higher now the calls which brought us low
No losing waves of rage in energy
The grounded sense intense to fend our foes
We’ll never know again we’ll mend our woes
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