
Thia's Book of Journeying songs, p.5
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Thia's Book of Journeying songs, p.5
I have seen worse and better Than a rotting giant eel Our resolve is made of steel (I did not send my letter) Thus we are treading lightly With a rope to hold on tight So we don't need any light 'Cause some of us see brightly Arena of foes below Fighting each other for show Those tunnels and caves are new We returned undetected As citizens elected And fond of my friends I grew
