I wish the fog would lift...

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............ listen ...........

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In the wee hours I'll meet you

Down by Dun Ringill

Oh, and we'll watch the old gods play

By Dun Ringill

We'll wait in stone circles

'Till the force comes through

Lines joint in faint discord

And the storm watch brews

A concert of kings

As the white sea snaps

At the heels of a soft prayer

Whispered

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Done