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The night whispers secrets, the rhythm calls,
Morda spoke, Morda knew
In the rustling of leaves, in the pulse of the earth,
He knew the future, he didn't lie
The night whispers secrets, the rhythm calls,
Morda spoke, Morda knew
In the rustling of leaves, in the pulse of the earth,
He knew the future, he didn't lie
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