Neverwinter nights always calls upon the thoughts of the Penchant beauty when she was on her way to the greenhold bushes.......
Once a little bud, now grew into a blooming quiver of gushes....
He was waiting there in those winterless cold nights when the angel of the farthest land came accross the wind and swept pass their lands to call her to get into the closet of sleeper's den.....
- Oh! that is the call of the Christmas, the call of the winter....
The carriage van goes amidst those dark alleys...leaves her in the middle
Strandled in the midst of those shady bushes she cries out in fervour and there he stands ...
With the mask of the zorro unmasked in front of her.....
Arms widespread to call her back....
Never did they come back to these candlelitten places but...
.... promised once to get united one day in the light of the eternal
Neverwinter nights called upon the Penchant thoughts.....
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