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She sung,
of white horses,
untainted lands,
and chaos incarnate.

Of the eastern wastes,
and the walls in the west.

She sung,
of the risen dead,
and the ancient dragons.
Of the young and forgotten,
and the wise elders.

And so she came to be,
but a symbol of their hopes and dreams.
Of a people longing for an empty throne,
and of a time they would descend again.

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