| we come from the mists... we have been here since the beginning of time our name unspoken our name forgotten we are the wild ones we are the beautiful ones the mad children of some forgotten time the fairy children of an ancient tribe somewhere between the first glimmers of night´s end and the dawning of the day, we dance somewhere between the closing of the day and the rising of the moon, we live we will not go gentle again into the night we will not slip nor drift away but we will fight |
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