Unfading Prophecy

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From thy cradle thy shall see,

This unseen curse that's put upon thee...

With a touch from thy betrothed,

Will leave thee clearly loathed...

From dream to reality thy shall come,

Wandering endlessly till that eighteenth sun...

Blood red it shall be as clear as a moonlit sea,

Then will you be free to get rid of me...

Only then can this be broken,

And he shall be free to collect his token.

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