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In realms where ancient bloodlines twine,
A prophecy in whispers divine.The youngest souls, in union bound,Carranam's grace, in them is found.

From shadowed depths, the spirits rise,

Yet this decree, beyond mortal ken,
Calls for courts to merge, as one again.To banish darkness, dormant, deep,And awaken realms from timeless sleep.

Through veils of time, they must transcend,
Where past and future meet and blend.In the harmonious symphony they partake,
A celestial union, for all our sake.
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