The fire is dying now
but embers still burn bright
and songs for softly singing
will be sung tonight.
A song brought forth the forge
and lit the lanterns light
a song made Erenth grow
made all things aright.
Ye'Cind took up a reed
to play the old songs true
playing for the Rane
with Llor that he knew
The song of the leaves
is heard by precious few
none but Ye'Cind
find music in the dew
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