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Where the White Wings Fly
Contributed by
TheLastStringCut
on
Sunday, 20th June 2004 @ 10:04:16 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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We lift our swords into the sky
Chant and rave to the victory cry
Buried our foes in the mountains high
In the land where the White Wings fly
The celebration time draws near
With weary folk with pointed ears
Waiting as the time slips by
In the land where the White Wings fly
The warriors lay scattered on the plains
The setting sun holds no blame
As it peaks the mountains high
In the land where the White Wings fly
The wind blasts by, boiling cold
The child doesn't cry, he stands bold
The chill of the winter time is neigh
In the land where the White Wings fly
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Re: Where the White Wings Fly
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by jagjones on
Sunday, 20th June 2004 @ 10:43:39 PM AEST
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| Nice simple rhyme but I enjoyed your vivid imagery best |
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