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...So we have left behind the ceaseless change
the ceaseless change of Seasons,
embittered by the inevitable maelstrom
that draws us towards the fields of winter
where crows burst out in their scornful cries.
And our eyes fall on the realm of much prouder
but neverthless even sadder creatures
the realm of the Stormbirds...
