Knew it was too quiet in the hills to be true.
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An Old Midlish Rhyme
The wind from the North sings of heroes of Olde
Tales of wars fought long ago and far away, by small but brave warriors.
An Old Midlish Rhyme
The wind from the North sings of heroes of Olde
The wind from the East makes our blood run Cold
The wind from the South smells of Spices and Gold
But the wind from the West tells of warriors Bold.
Are you going to cut them off at the pass? :)
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