Song of Poplar
Poplar on the wind whispers stories of old
Her words are worth more than gold
As each ballad is about to unfold
The eye of destiny looks beyond
When she was young she was cared for by a sage
Who was also great mage
But he died of old age
And she was alone among storms filed with rage
She looked as soldiers passed by
One prayed to see his home looking at the sky
When the soldier would die
Silent tears poplar would cry
Poplar spirit traveled celestial maze
There she saw things that would amaze
By divine fire separated destinies including one in first phase
One that from parallel to expanse math would arise
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