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He had a very, very long dream...
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He dreamed that he and everyone else had gone on a long, long journey,
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Into a land where green grass grew, and where soulful songs were sung.
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He dreamed that he sang along with the gentle people of this land,
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And danced in the skies with a dragon as beauteous as a jewel.
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When he opened his eyes, he was in the sky above a mountain swept by roaring snowstorms.
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The green, tranquil land had already been painted crimson by fire and blood,
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And the song of that sky-blue bard's lyre was almost drowned in the howling tumult.
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And that bejeweled, lovely dragon, like a tender lover,
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Had now pierced his neck through with its sharp fangs.
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"Farewell, Mother! My journey is ended."
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"I shall sleep beneath this white, shining silver... and perhaps this, too, is good."
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"Farewell, O lovely bard! And farewell, O lovely dragon!"
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"Would that we had met in a different time and place,"
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"To meet, to sing and dance together!"
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So he thought most sincerely as he lay dying.
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"Now then, this great blessing that pulses through my veins,"
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"And the lovely sight of the dark universe that gave me birth..."
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"They are now yours to inherit."
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