Oh, my prince, my Silverlance,

You relic of the Fey,

You came, your eyes did glow for me,

Glowed, then slipped away.

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In younger times I watched you,

You toiled to hone each skill

And every graceful swoop, I knew,

Would grace each foe you'd kill.

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Oh, my prince, my Silverlance

You relic of the Fey,

You walked Bethmoora proudly,

Turned, then walked away.

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Centuries passed, aged and lonesome,

Trolls your bidding met;

Sorrowed eyes now, tear stained scar,

And madness in regret.

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Oh, my prince, my Silverlance,

You relic of the Fey,

If only you had killed your hate,

Now stone hides where we lay.

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But stars will find their maiden paths

To a yearly visit splendid

And will kiss the pallid marble heap

Where elf and dust are blended.

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Oh, my prince, my Silverlance

When next you breathe the air,

Perhaps you may yet draw in life,

Draw life without despair.

(*)

Then proud and grand your royal form

Will grace the world again,

And you will know their frailty,

And feel each mortal's pain.

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Oh, my prince, my Silverlance,

When you see man's simplicity

Then truth will liberate our kind

And kindness be our liberty.