They Say
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They say that my ways are old-fashioned
They say that my gods are strange They tell me to go down and live by the coast Where the cities shelter from the rain They say that the raven is no more The servant of death it once was They say that the ways of the fae've gone away And only one god rules over us They tell me my magic is blackened Because I don't follow their songs But I know the ponds and the woodlands still hold The spirits of those from beyond They say that history's changing They say I'll be left in the dust I'll lie with the bones of my fathers and homes Thank you, but We are still Us |
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