Let me sing a song for you,
let me spin a tale that's true,
a story 'bout the days of gold,
a story more than ages old.
Last echoes of ancient harmonies
reflecting their present images
like falling leaves that keep their green,
falling leaves of wisdom from a Queen.
Now let me sing a song for you,
let me spin a tale that's true,
a story 'bout the days of sun,
the days before the Ocean won.
Let me sing a song for you,
let me spin a tale that's true,
a story 'bout the days of light,
the days before the darkest night.

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