Intruders One string was for the weather, Bold, crisp and unforgiving. One string was for the sun, Bright and noble like the #life giver. The third string was the night, Dark and seemingly endless. The forth string rang true then the broadest sword, Clashing across the strongest armor. The Fifth was the splint that help the trip home The sixth was the victory that sang, the forgiveness Of those that can't see.
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