Written by Laurie's player, Cathi

Tarciryian, thou Humble man of War,
Be still and hear my honest song of Peace.
Tis Pride and Folly we do quarrel for
A dusty Sword dividing West from East.
Hast nothing, Cir, to do with you and I
Hast everything to do with Misery
Couldst only we be met beneath the Sky
I know I'd find no Enemy in Thee.
Thy laughing smiles entrance like Springtime's rill;
Thy step is softer than the Summer's breeze
If Autumn's hope turns soon to Winter's chill
There's but one heart I'd warm to gentle ease.
Beron rige raenath tinaurie,
Melesse vanuvalmet dunlaurie.
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