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Listen, my child

Sit by the fire

And I will tell you a story...


They say that the sun fell one day

Ending the age of the Golden Sun

O the glorious times, the lantern in the darkest maze

A time of laughter, music, and fields of butter blooms

Of honor, honesty--and humanity.


That was long ago, and no more.


You know that myth

Of the golden angel

Falling into a field of blue?

Legend says the angel was so good and so bold

Even the mighty Heavens

Could not restrain such truth

Her dimmest candle was the brightest of them all

How could something so exquisite

Lead her down to the cruelest fall?


And so she began her sorrowful descent

Her flaming wings burning bright

Leaving elegant white-hot strokes

Until her fire was untimely quenched

In the sea of blue lament.

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