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Gryningsvisor
The Swan
Forlorn
Dancing alone on a desolate shore
Forsaken, like so many times before
Radiant
Like a shimmering light
Spreads her snow-white wings so bright
Shining
Her feathers made of purest silk
Shrouded in mist, like a blanket of milk
Tired
Opened her beak to sing her throat sore
And sang like she had never sung before
Silence
A song of great knowledge and lore
She sang, and then she sang no more
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Writer(s): Kristen May, Jason Lehning
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