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We Have Had Our Era

Our Place In History

But With the Winds And Sands All Changing Time To Rest

'neath The Oak Tree

It Is At An End

I Have Fulfilled My Quest

Greater Than Ten Thousand Before

We Stand As Titans

Now Some Would Say

This Is Destiny

I Tend To Believe In My Heart Of Hearts We Should Bow

'neath The Oak Tree

Can I Keep It Going

But For How Long

We All May Suffer

You Face The End

I Cant Keep To Myself

Many Thoughts In My Head

The Magic Of Stories

An Overwhelming Dread

And If One Would Listen

We Are Not To Old

My Heart Is Still Black

With Tales To Be Told

There Is One More Thing

That Needs To Be Said

Ill Be Here Later And

Long After You Are Dead

'neath The Oak