The nature in sun, as I am the son
With nothing to inherit.
Lowly tolls, behold all that grows in Magic's wispy
Uncertain, parted in deeds if I were talking.
But I'm not.Nor should all things be rushed, you are immortal and each step among the path is questionable.
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