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The Passing of Innocence by Guthfar, the humbled thief To love, to life, a young ranger's heart the thought, the mind, at barely a start A girl, a child, so carefree in ways Her joy, her laughter, filled up her days Her pen, her quill, both kept for her own Her thoughts, the scrolls, came seldom alone This life, this love, over shadow cast Her joy, her laugh, they were not to last The battle, the blood, to them she was drawn The fight, the war, she became their pawn Her quill, her joy, she left them to lie Her thoughts, her love, she left them to die And thus passes innocence, and another friend to the sword. |
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