29.Trelawny Lawn
Lyricist：Feld Marc
The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn
Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn
Is a beast of borrowed wisdom
Like a thrush in the yielding harvest field
The prophet deems snow
The silent stork of sadness scans Trelawny Lawn
The lion, the unicorn, it's horn in the lap of Beth
Laments the dawn
Beguiled, the scribish jackal, man his cap, a skull of rat
Is but a pawn
Oh sky, your eyes embrace is too vicious for my wheat
The foaming Earthguard whinneys to his leaden feet
The bullfinch rumbles
The lavish lion Aslanically scythes the hay
The unicorn bids you stay
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