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Elven Prophicy
Apon the day of her rebirth
the enchanted sword she will unearth
after taking the blade from the soil
my masters' plan she cleverly foil
by handing me the sword while he sleep
his blood will flow his tears will weap
I'll take his soul from his heart
I can then sleep, I'll have done my part
Then she will go back to her rest
While the sword I pull form his chest
glow and shimmer; radiance bright
My deed done, I'll have stopped his plight
