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The Golden Man

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I am bounded by the land
When I fall asleep there it is staring at me
In perfect detail
I can see the wondering deer and the gliding birds
Never before have I been this relaxed
Suddenly, flames spread through there like a pack of wolves
All the trees were turned into ashes
Corpses lay burned
Out of the ashes came a man
In his left hand he bore a bronze sword highly decorated
He had armor in which the highest solider would be in awe
Near his face was scar
The scar of the devastation to the forest
The scar which the golden land and man will bear for eternity




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