I am wounded, my love is lost

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I grew up with Cymoril — Our bond defined Melniboné’s legacy.
Our love will guide future generations — Inspiring a renewed empire. The hunt for those who wronged her may spark conflict.

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My love, my sweet Cymoril, princessWe grew up together, always in loveNo moment between the first feelingsAnd now, you lay upon a marble floorOur Melniboné shall not be beautifulIts anthems will ring hollow and falseIt will be less wise, able, without youNo dragons and the masters in the skyYou...

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