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Dragon's ear and druid's spear Protects you while the *Dworns are here The winds of wrath chill cold the cloth That drapes her shape from fangs of fear I love you my love Please taketh this heart which I bear O heal my sorrow Weareth my arms like a charm Through the dales of your doom Our lives are merely trees of possibilities. (*Dworn-Machinery of war, a bronze frame with wheels of white ivory and the horns of a gazelle for steering, so sayeth Agadinmar.) From Letras Mania