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Song of Torva There’s a place where the oceans run Great rivers of sorrow flow Where no longer hear we singing The song of the weeping widow Her hands bound upon an oaken tree Where the voice of the Dark Lights sigh She fell for the sake of the ones she loved And her songs faded into night Oh, Come ye not to Torvalore, Come ye not from Ulfer’s side And come ye not from Aurvandil Where Imelda’s spirit lies There’s a place where the water’s writhing Trapped in the blue mist glow Where now we find no answer In the land where sisters go There oaken bound by mortal breed Where the voice of Nayda cries Our sisters fall silent alone In the land where the siren hides Oh, Go ye not to Torvalore Go ye not to Ulfer’s side And go ye not to Aurvandil Where Imelda’s spirit hides
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Prompt: Song of Torva

There’s a place where the oceans run
Great rivers of sorrow flow
Where no longer hear we singing
The song of the weeping widow
Her hands bound upon an oaken tree
Where the voice of the Dark Lights sigh
She fell for the sake of the ones she loved
And her songs faded into night

Oh, Come ye not to Torvalore,
Come ye not from Ulfer’s side
And come ye not from Aurvandil
Where Imelda’s spirit lies

There’s a place where the water’s writhing
Trapped in the blue mist glow
Where now we find no answer
In the land where sisters go
There oaken bound by mortal breed
Where the voice of Nayda cries
Our sisters fall silent alone
In the land where the siren hides

Oh, Go ye not to Torvalore
Go ye not to Ulfer’s side
And go ye not to Aurvandil
Where Imelda’s spirit hides
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