Long was the way that fate them bore, O'er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of ireon and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless. The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless.
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This verse in particular gives me heavy Inquisitor/Leliana vibes, and you can tear it from my cold, dead hands.