A lone tree stands on a hill

Its branches high

Its flowers pure

Bright with light

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And a young girl,

Touches its bark

Asking her mother

Why is this here?

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The mother smiled

And knelt beside her

Pointing down

To the city there

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This tree was once a girl

Much like you

With the blood of Morga

And the blood of humans

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And she was sent

To the empire that ruled

And she was tested

Taunted, Jeered

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She possessed a small flicker

A small flicker of light.

Ah, the hidden flame

Guiding us through the night.

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But she refused

To follow the orders

She, in secret

Created a rebellion.

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And she practiced

She used her small magic

Brightening the life

Of so many others.

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But eventually, he caught on.

The evil empire we all feared.

He called her to his chamber

It stood right here.

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And under torture

Under pain

Ira released her Tengmar

And destroyed this place

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She cleaned the lands,

And made it rain

Calling life

In the desert.

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But then, she transformed

And now she sustains us

She listens to our hearts

As the tree of life.

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So, young daughter

You can make changes

Bright the night

With your own hidden flame.