There is a land beyond the myst... Where time doth play a gentle game, A place where magic enters in... And cradles soft a mystic name. 'Tis LadyHawke who calls to thee... Across the waters dark and deep, Beyond the place where dragons sleep, Where waterfowl and faeries play Along the shore at break of day. 'Tis LadyHawke who calls to thee... Come forth and find thy destiny. But shouldst thou turn thine eye away And close thine ear to ancient song, The lady who awaits thee here And to thine own heart doth belong, Shall sleep another thousand years 'Til she be waked by lover's tears. ©~Alexandra Lucas~ All Rights Reserved
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