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A long life before the dawn of the times
A lizard entered a lineage of wizards
The history of the predictions and trails
May not be a song, or even a rock of sand
Yet the legend unfolds through a vertigo
He had seen silver skinned lizards
On the dawn of his ecstatic moons
He vividly remembers his grandmother
Telling him about the wisdom of the lizards
He fell ill and naked like those livid species
Unable to bow to the brave acts of gravity
And their affinity to the prayer walls
It seems those wise wizards visited his grandfather
On the penultimate day of his conscience
Uncertain times, he went on to travel
Cliffs of a cold blood journey, unparalleled
Like a vertigo wizard from his lineage
A league of wise men