Luyện nghe bài hát Endowment

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Through the dark silent song fly in
an antique story enweaved
Old man's voice whispering with the Wind
As of lute shiver.

In olden happened
Those gods sent to man a gift
Which nobody understand, which want
really singular, sovereign.

Long since in dust
Last who knew it and of it
Northern to its southern brothers
Only sings and of him.

Through hallway of ruined castles
In deep woods, in diadems of
Sounds woeful song of
About was and might be

was gift, oblivion is
Voice as string of lute
sings about man who were scorn
With of intellect to its children
gales, rock and deep woods know....

I am out of the silver shadows, sitting down dazed under the tree,
I see stark land, empty souls, silence around.
Lad and gal hold on to their arms and go away through dew, do you hear?