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Eldaraenth The Bardic Circle   
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Written and Submitted by David Fergus

Dawn, the birth of a new day.
Gradually it ebbs into night.
A silent death as brilliant as its creation.

A new year comes around.
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall then
another murder victim of time,
creator and destroyer of all.

Time, it eludes us all, mocking us at every turn.
Still it is the most precious asset we have and
the greatest gift any one can give to another