Once again left the riderWith no clue where to doHelpless
Night fell upon the worldAll there asleep but the riderBirdsong
"Shadows are marching closerThe maiden in tower is getting oldThose
Three miles east he found a molten gateEntered through it
Into an ancient valleyHe rode aloneWhere the winds forgot howled
A day of spring in ancient timesA rider so eager
The path to home seemed so strangeFades trees in twilightMany
Through vast landscapes he rodetowards eastUntil he felt the salty
Out of the misty forestThe rider came tired and dawncastA
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