The story behind the painting I drew is already told No more tearstains on the pages of my diary Tired but unable to give up since I’m Responsible for the lives I saved The play is done The curtain’s down All the tales are told All the orchids gone Lost in my own world Now I care for dead gardens My song is little worth anymore Time to lay this weary pen aside The play is done The curtain’s down “Where are the wolves, the underwater moon The elvenpath, the haven of youth Lagoons of the starlit sea Have I felt enough for one man’s deed? Or is it time to challenge the Ancient of Days And let the virgin conceive” All the tales…
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