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Tinnufir - pro druidku Elberry

Oh high is throne of charming Night,
dark Her robe, yet set with light.
Her voice be heard in rustling leaves,
whispered words in Night’s cold breeze...

...as dreams swirl high
in starry sky,
as shadows dance
in sleeping lands.

Tak psal temný elf Tinnufir pro druidku Elberry...