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Some of their stories yet remain, on the scroll of evil prophecy. They are written there in gold.

There were heroes and fairy-tale villains then;

But the world grew cold.

Serpent-kings cast up their empires. Magic carpets flew.

— But the world grew cold.

“We shall die,” said the princes, and the princesses with their golden hair.

“We shall die,” said the beasts that spoke, and the witches, and the frogs.

“We shall die,” they said. “The world grows cold.”

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