Whisper, whisper , can you hear the call, from far away, in a long lonely hall. Maidens ,Kings, pheasants near, long ago in a kingdom of fear. But what if this time is there good to be found, not sure to be found close by. In a nearby town sits a shy little guy, waiting for his time to shine, maybe yes, maybe no, only to try, wether to fail or succeed, make that long journey, wait and see.
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