For seven years i dwelt In the loose palace of exile, Playing strange games With the girls of the island. Now i have come again To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise. Brothers & sisters of the pale forest Children of night Who among you will run with the hunt? Now night arrives with her purple legion. Retire now to your tents & to your dreams. Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth. I want to be ready. The doors! the doors! We're out of time, thank you very much. we're out of time.
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