When the world was young
A sea of sky and a land of snow
Kingdom where gods mourn,
Men lived junta-position,
Love blossomed and withered,
Battles were won and lost
Forever is the shadow
That held the thread of life
Men chose destiny from
Palm of their hands
Stories told under bitter sweetness
What it takes to live and die.
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