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sciamhach
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Silver shining in the dark of night,
Blazing fire in the dying light.
Shrouded face with black mist veil,
Eyes of gold and skin so pale.
Careless touch and death you'll see,
Wracking pain and misery.
O'er the lands both far and near,
All can see if they hold what's dear.
Name me...
You won't find the answer to this one with a google search...
It's not hope or love.
It's not the moon, stars, shooting star or comet.
Blazing fire in the dying light.
Shrouded face with black mist veil,
Eyes of gold and skin so pale.
Careless touch and death you'll see,
Wracking pain and misery.
O'er the lands both far and near,
All can see if they hold what's dear.
Name me...
You won't find the answer to this one with a google search...
It's not hope or love.
It's not the moon, stars, shooting star or comet.