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Olden Ways
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Only the moonlight now remains
To guide me through the ancient woods;
The restful place of our fathers in the dark.
Infront of me there lies, an unknown path,
Now hidden in the mist.
A mountain rising from the mystic valleys,
Is calling from the ancient times.
A temple from the land of gods
Beyond the beauties of the skies.
Come and walk besides me,
Come walk besides the moon,
Come and I\'ll show the olden ways to you.
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