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I can’t tell you all my secrets so soon
Tomorrow seems as good a day as any
It makes sense to me
Everything might get back to the way it was
It seemed like a silly idea if you ask me
That towel had worried him since he’d first seen it
Do you think I’m hero material?
They sat silently for another moment, watching the moss grow
Gone fishing!
Is that you inside that ridiculous disguise?
All the jokes had already been used up over that one
Exactly what I was planning to do
The palace will soon be ours
There was no supervisor to make complaints to
Fortunately we live in a place where things like this are so scandalous people continue to talk about them
And what’s your definition of living?
I will not sit here meekly and wait for the snows and the ice winds
Little by little, the sounds dwindled and died
I had forgotten how much a new beard itches
They tell us what they want us to know, and that’s little enough
He would never offer me any harm
A room, a meal, and a flagon of wine, that was all I asked
Laughter is poison to fear
A man who won’t listen can’t hear
It was a long walk to the far end of the hall
Stolen heroes and the gods of dead peoples brooded in the darkness beyond the road
It’s better if no one knows of our plans
Women understand little of these things
Never show them you’re afraid
The wind can be a little scary here
Where are the people who live here?
Some secrets are safer kept hidden
I trust you no more than I did before
I command whisperers, not warriors
In truth, I was made to sing for kings and high lords
I’ve never had a friend before
Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it
Have you ever seen a dragon?
Makes you wonder what lies beyond
He had run out of words
He liked the way the air tasted way up high
A lens is an instrument to help us see
You might at least humor me with a smile
Listen to the darkness
The closeness of this place felt strange to me
It’s so easy to hide these days
How did it get so easy to be anonymous?
Everything above is frozen and stiff, but down below it moves along
Things were good this way for a long time
I know it’s you out there
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