The wind brushes my check

And I look down

Down, so very far

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To a place no man calls home

For you see

Ancient magic resides here

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And it pulses 

In the blood of those here

Reflecting there

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The creatures here

May appear as anything

Wolf, Sparrow, Pegasi.

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So I look so far down

And I see the bottom

The well of magic

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I must go their

To become of them

To be an ancient one.

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But I am afraid

For my magic pulses dim

Unlike many creatures here

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Others can call a storm

Others can bring down mountains

Me, I can heal myself

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Which is useless unless you are mortal

Useless if you cannot die

My magic is pointless

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But I have the ability

To become one of them

So I guess I'll take my chance

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My heart beats faster

My breath quicker

And I've decided

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I leap from the ledge

And fall down

Magic pouring through me

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I do not know what I will find

Or how it will work

But my magic pulses through me

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So I must do this

For the good of all creatures

Who live on this earth

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