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By
Maebe
- It is written in
the ancient songs and the weaver spun the words that when the
- Chough reclaims
the land and the meridan's voice is heard the people of our
forgotten tongue will gather on the shore and from the furtherest
corner of the earth, the circle form once more.
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- They will girt
the mighty Thamar as they did in ages past, and the waters shall
be parted where Excallabar was cast and the land be torn asunder
by a mighty unseen hand and there before his people, the once and
future king will stand.
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- The heed ye all
of Celtic heart, for the blood runs deep and true and the still
small voice that rises loud when challenge faces you. For you will
know the time is nigh and you'll know what to do for all of you
whose kept the faith and held the hidden words will rise above the
chaos as did Riannon's sacred birds.
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