We met long long ago when we were young and cares were light. Under the stars of a northern sky Our hands touched and lips brushed. Your hair blew in my eye and we laughed at silly jokes. now we are parted through no ones fault years have disappeared down the ages past. When will we meet again in this life or not. When the mists part to reveal the place and together once more to travel this land.
Rhymer( Andrew Provan McIntyre).
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"We are the last people on earth, the last to be free": Calgacus
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