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I was forged in fire, and from comet wrung.

A songbird perched in a cypress tree,
And, lonesome, called out for a mate to wed.
‘Dance, dance,’ it sang, ‘on the dunes tonight.
‘Come, come, my love, and we’ll both take flight.’

Hush , my child , the wind is rising .
Even the birds are quiet.
Stop your tears. The fire-breathers will hear us.
Sleep now , sleep , or you will see them coming.
Hold on to me and close your eyes.

“That is the problem with stories , child . The truth in them cannot be weighed . “