Bard's Chant
A man shall come into this land
With shaven crown, and in his hand
A crooked staff; he shall command
And in the East his table stand:
From his warm lips a stream shall flow
To make rocks melt and churches grow.
With shaven crown, and in his hand
A crooked staff; he shall command
And in the East his table stand:
From his warm lips a stream shall flow
To make rocks melt and churches grow.
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