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Birth of the world.

At the Sound of the creation music,

The stars did sound of trumpets,

cymbals, flutes, and lyres,

one gargantuan united harmony,

the music of the stars

which reached across the blackness,

and birthed the world.

 

Illuminating the First World,

and inciting the creation,

of man, and elf, and dwarf,

and all others beholding to the land.

 

Light, then Birthed Darkness,

the shadows and fires,

then the wars,

breeding disastrous conflicts,

and opening wide, deaths doors

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anderson-ritchie
Australian
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Nov 7, 2012
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