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ERIDAN 15The Song Of The Last BardAna CerovacPoemOnce there were golden handsGolden hands that founded our landsOnce there were golden stringsThat praised the glory of the noble kings.Once there were silver spearsSilver spears that banished our fearsOnce there were silver tonguesThat sang of freedom at the top of their lungs.Once there were bright bronze shieldsBright bronze shields that shone on the fieldsOnce there were bright bronze cordsThat rang of valor of majestic swords.But times have passed since those daysAnd we’ve forgotten about the old waysWe’ve put out that ancient fireOur lutes lost their old desire.And lesser lords now, old and grayFrown upon me when I say:“Why it’s gone I know not the causeBut remember it, for thus it was“.I walk alone far to be heardAnd though my boots are covered with dirtI still sing, no matter the cost“Thus it had been, but now it is lost”.14