As the adventurer's party disbands
The wizard walks away into one world,
His druid and monk friends the other.
He surveys the barren lands
And his lonely heart almost unfurled
So he now appreciates it under night's cover,
The motion and precision of fluttering hands
The beauty of flowers curled
And the value of time's sands.
The wizard walks away into one world,
His druid and monk friends the other.
He surveys the barren lands
And his lonely heart almost unfurled
So he now appreciates it under night's cover,
The motion and precision of fluttering hands
The beauty of flowers curled
And the value of time's sands.
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