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The End O f The Dragon
As death
Slowly takes the day
A wooden box
Close by
A coffin made
As the fairy folk now
Die
"Twas but a dream"
Young Puck cried out
His heart, it beat, full sway
As all the magic
In fairy world
Drifted off, in disarray
Titania
Sweet Titania
Mourned so sweetly, so
Now black as dirty charcoals
As her heart
N o longer beat so slow
Unlike the drums
Of the darkworld
That beat, there beat, forsworn
And rolled, and rolled
Asunder
As the world
Turned, and torn
Now we meet
This hallows eve
As witches
Die their death
As dragons blow
Their dragons blow
As all around us
Lies a dragons death
by Jemia
Slowly takes the day
A wooden box
Close by
A coffin made
As the fairy folk now
Die
"Twas but a dream"
Young Puck cried out
His heart, it beat, full sway
As all the magic
In fairy world
Drifted off, in disarray
Titania
Sweet Titania
Mourned so sweetly, so
Now black as dirty charcoals
As her heart
N o longer beat so slow
Unlike the drums
Of the darkworld
That beat, there beat, forsworn
And rolled, and rolled
Asunder
As the world
Turned, and torn
Now we meet
This hallows eve
As witches
Die their death
As dragons blow
Their dragons blow
As all around us
Lies a dragons death
by Jemia
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