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Declining in knowledge,

fading in skill,

losing ancestral, forsight of will,

the passing of history,

a yearning to wield,

from words then to actions,

from hill and to field,

The bonds that kept us committed,

were once strong and true,

Belief held so many,

regret held so few.

Then day came wh ere vow fell to pleasure,

and duty to bliss,

from fen and to heather,

we now reminiss.

Believing the relevance,

of past origins,

allow them to guide you,

from modern day sins,

Study the memories,

explore the words,

chapters of pages,

today go unheard,

Journey's unending,

fountains of truth,

banners held firmly,

of tradition's youth,

words from the elders,

fall on deaf ears,

on them falls the burden,

on them lays the fears,

Shame,

Innocence,

Blame,

Taken,

Hold,

Grasp,

the first lessons through lineage,

to the last.

Forget not,

the pride of our ways,

for exist do they still,

through sullen days,

the blooming of customs,

prevail evermore,

like cycles of passage,

through memory's door.