"Within the hill, the hollow hill
The night wind seems to moan
For empty stands the Elvin hall
And I dwelt here alone
Alone to wait, alone to watch
The weary seasons pass
To watch all magic fade away
As fragile as spun glass
And is there yet a child of man
Above the hollow hill
Who hears my song, and heeds my words
And harks to magic, still?
Is there a mortal anywhere
Who longs for wonder, yet?
Or have they all forgotten
Those who never can forget?" - A Last Battle by Mercedes Lackey
Let's keep the dream alive :) - or maybe it is not just a dream...
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