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There was a time when
Mountains were easy to move.
Dreams were possible.

Time takes youth, age is the exchange.
Stealing dreams
with fact.

Truth’s shadow is cast.
The enchantress’ spell undone,
and the magic spent.

Waiting now begins
its inevitable and
relentless sorrow.

The dream forsaken,
glory rides not a stallion
nor do dragons die.

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