A lonely druid from the east,
in his hand a staff of myst
as the wind pushes him along,
he begins to sing his song

"I, but a lonely bard,
a druid by my heart,
by my name many will hear,
Satomi, the wisper to ear"

deep in his cloak, whispers these words,
a heavy dream and a myth behind it
in his heart, he believes not,
but a dream, only to rot

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