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Eastfold Settlement
October 3, 3017 O drums, throb for the heart that beats no more O pipes, chant our loss to the skies O grasses, bend in sorrow Warrior of the plains, may your spirit run with the horses The sun will not shine so fair with the loss of your bright eyes You have departed these fair grounds to join your brethren in the skies, At twilight we will know that you gaze down on us, brave Frithlíc, Son of Frithmund Your name will be forever whispered in the winds through the grasses in our lands |
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