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The Oakmoon Prophecy
She shall come.
Great oak's eye,
Ever watchful.
Ne'er does she blink,
High in the nights sky.
Upon the right,
Burning bright,
Shall she be marked,
An oaken leaf.
Hidden from sight....
Great oak's eye,
Ever watchful.
Ne'er does she blink,
High in the nights sky.
Upon the right,
Burning bright,
Shall she be marked,
An oaken leaf.
Hidden from sight....
