A new Voice
My life was once like a beautiful flower
that bloomed rarely
i was set upon a tower
where every one could see
they expected alot from me
and all they did was bug me constantly
i began to wither from grim
and fade to a yellow green
my petals fell from above
and changed me
Now im isolated and yet free
i found the Aina Amarth the next day
and won myself with glee
Long Live Amarthatar
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