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The cannibals are setting up the table,
Preparing for the meal's main course.
The silver shines like the eye of the sun
When are you leaving for the sun?
But never mention, Minstrel
She's my lonely one.

The stars are falling from their heaven,
How they drink up the night.
They say farewell and perish,
From your sight.
But they never mention Minstral
And how she changed my life.

And the spoken word, that was heard,
Was "grace" and all was good (all was good).