In the forest of Rune, where the oldest oaks grow Underneath the light of the moon, for the rays glow and bring peace to thy world below Within the dark of the bark, I wish no one to see me unless I choose to be seen Within the kingdom of Riven, where I shall lead others in the footsteps of the ancient frey Where ever I go the flowers bloom and the birds sing, I care not of where I live. The woods are home
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