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Upon the cliffs of Evermore

Under the sky and the lone cloud

Rests a dragon, old and weary,

– Aged he may be but ever proud –

Feasting upon wild blackberry,

To those who wish to ask but bore

Him he reserves a simple choice

Give him a word or keep your voice;

Many regret what they have told

Tongue is silver but silence gold.

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Another poem written in the workshop, based on set words and the fact we had to add in a popular saying. Simple but I like what I’ve done with it in such a short time. Enjoy.