There is a fountain in the mountains
A place of solace where no one knew
With every springing branch,
There, lives a clear pure dew
And there, tiny red armies match.
There is a fountain in the mountains
A place so triumphant, so still
With every drifting fall,
There, lives an old grave so ill
And there, the fallen heroes call.
There is a fountain in the mountains
A place you might call home
With every chirp the birds sound
Stands an ancient battleground
And there, a lost Eden is found.
There is fountain in the mountains
A place maidens lay and play
With swoosh of a sword from the sheath of a knight
A maiden, a king, a nation, a generation, an entire civilization is history.
And there, an empire rises as day and falls as night.
A lonely woods
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
There is a fountain in the mountains
A place of solace where no one knew
With every springing branch,
There, lives a clear pure dew
And there, tiny red armies match.
There is a fountain in the mountains
A place so triumphant, so still
With every drifting fall,
There, lives an old grave so ill
And there, the fallen heroes call.
There is a fountain in the mountains
A place you might call home
With every chirp the birds sound
Stands an ancient battleground
And there, a lost Eden is found.
There is fountain in the mountains
A place maidens lay and play
With swoosh of a sword from the sheath of a knight
A maiden, a king, a nation, a generation, an entire civilization is history.
And there, an empire rises as day and falls as night.
A lonely woods
About an old civilization
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