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Identity
Who is this man, who comes to my side ?
Is he a soldier, is he a mage ?
Why do his eyes beam brightly with pride,
Is he a simpleton, is he a sage ?
Who is this boy, who stands before me ?
Could he still be my carefree ward ?
To Magic's liberation, could he be the key ?
Is he a peasant, is he a Lord ?
Who is this man, who wipes away my tears ?
Is he a healer, is he a fool ?
Why couldn't I see, that all these years,
He was Camelot's saviour, Magyk's tool ?
Where is my baby, who is this man,
With lines of stress and pain 'round his eyes ?
What part has he, to play in life's plan,
When may he shed his worn out disguise ?
Is he a lover, is he a thief,
Is he a pawn, a druid, a king ?
Is his coming a herald of sorrow, of grief,
Or is it a sign of renewal, of Spring ?
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I am a lover, a servant, a man,
A thief, a friend, a failure, a son,
I am the coward, who turned, and ran,
I am the victor, the warrior, who won.