Clear light on a slick palm As I mis-deal the day Slip the night from a shaved pack Make a marked card play Call twilight hours down From a heaven home High above the highest bidder For the good lord's throne In the wee hours I'll meet you Down by dun ringill --- Oh, and we'll watch the old gods play By dun ringill We'll wait in stone circles `til the force comes through --- Lines joint in faint discord And the stormwatch brews A concert of kings As the white sea snaps At the heels of a soft prayer Whispered In the wee hours I'll meet you Down by dun ringill --- Oh, and I'll take you quickly By dun ringill
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