Arturia Pendragon
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No more shalt thee run, hunt and play,
Under the soft warm sun of day.
He who has died, he has gone away,
She who has fallen, she can not stay.
Midst trees tall,
We mourn thee all.
Midst mountains high,
We for thee sigh.
Midst rivers fast,
We sing of seasons past.
Midst valleys deep,
We thy memory keep.
Midst meadows bare,
Thy deaths we share.
He who has died has gone away,
She who has fallen can not stay.
Be still, mine rtathen.