There are fairy tales left to be written we haven't unearthed them all yet.
Tales of conquest, tales of the heart, of dragons yet unmet.
They are waiting so pick up your pen, open your laptop, roll up your sleaves.
The princesses swoon, the werewoolves are waiting for another full moon.
A world of magic histories of giants, the glory and the gore.
You know their world you have studied their time.
Reveal us they scream for there isn't much time.
Through us your years of research can speak
closing a chapeter of life on the brink
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