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This cool wind,

I surely can feel.

From king's farms,

to fishermen's creel.

From the high mountains,

to the green hills.

Her lustful fruits,

my heart is fills.

Lordaeron of beauty,

glory as the day.

Not even the Horde,

can shine as it may.

One day we'll return,

our bride calls.

We'll never let go,

of our sacred walls.

Silent with death,

but not forgotten.

Our home awaits,

in beds of cotton.