Lost Tales

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From echoed words we hail,
to wondrous smiles go our tales.
In a world formed through time,
we wish of miracles that defy.
When a tale dies it is not disproven,
when a tale is lost it is not taken.
A tale lives and is begotten,
as long as it is not forgotten.

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