If a dragon hath a heart,
Then we shall all do our part,
And go down to the end of the world,
While a third of the party,
Save for me and Marney,
Go northeast at the middle,
To find the golden fiddle,
While the second third goes off,
Southeast towards the plains known as Woff,
There to stop,
Never to go back to the top,
So to finish off their headings,
For the great wizard of the blue,
YOU.
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