"Bard's Tale"
The wind that blows the dry steppe dust
stirs the curtains in your tower
the moon that lights my drunken path home
looks on your sleeping in your bower
If I cried out to the wind
could it carry a message from my lips?
If I wept before the moon
would it grant me just a glimpse?
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