The Sybran Song



When the snow drops on the stone,
When the wind song's all alone,
When the iceswords form in twain,
Sing of the hearths where we've lain.

When the green tips break the snow,
When the cold streams start to flow,
When the snow hares turn to black,
Sing out to call our love back.

When the plains grass whispers gold,
When the red blooms flower bold,
When the year's foals gallop long,
Hold to the fall and our song ...

	(Fall of Angels, 102)
	(The Chaos Balance, 127)[Fragment]



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