Ruse of Captive Games, Unspoken,
Hindering Ever the chance of Fate,
Whisper Hope, what once was Broken,
Of Ethereal Magic, Sweetly Incarnate.
Summer Night of Trilling Song,
Worship Singing in Ancient Rhyme,
Transforming Quietly where I Belong
Into Purest Passion, Beguilingly Sublime.
………..End part two
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