PROLOGUE

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The Moon shone bright with an earthly grace,

The Angels came down with wings of Baze.

The darkness receded with the faces of moon,

The perfectly black flowed with the wind's swoop.

The faces ignited on reaching the earth,

With wings together they gathered by the Hearth.

They swore to look after the mere creatures,

Each of them had a creature to help.

They sat by the creature and did the destined,

But all didn't have their love's bind.

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