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Darzamor
Where shifty winds beat waters bleak
and sinking sun meets shadows long,
where blinking stars greet mires deep
lies Darzamor, there hopes do seep.
In murky marshes firm roots grow,
in blackness flies of fire glow
not always darkness heralds doom
and thorny thistles also bloom.
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