With a parting song, the twin blades are laid to rest. The mountains blaze red with leaves, the river surges s…

With a parting song, the twin blades are laid to rest. The mountains blaze red with leaves, the river surges swift and cold. Sobered by dusk, I found you gone, the storm swept across the western tower.

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