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{{Lore Book
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|description=A volume of verse collected from Ashlander wise women
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{{Nst|MW=[This is a volume of verse collected from {{Lore Link|Ashlanders|Ashlander}} wise women. 'May I shrink to dust' is from the {{Lore Link|Ahemmusa}} Ashlanders of the {{Lore Link|Grazelands}}.]<br><br>|DB={{LetterPic|T}}his is a volume of verse collected from {{Lore Link|Ashlanders|Ashlander}} wise women. 'May I shrink to dust' is from the {{Lore Link|Ahemmusa}} Ashlanders of the {{Lore Link|Grazelands}}.<br><br>|LO={{LetterPic|T}}his is a volume of verse collected from {{Lore Link|Ashlanders|Ashlander}} wise women. 'May I shrink to dust' is from the {{Lore Link|Ahemmusa}} Ashlanders of the {{Lore Link|Grazelands}}.<br><br>}}
May I shrink to dust
In your cold, wild Wastes,
And may my tongue speak
Its last hymn to your winds.
I pray for the herder
That whistles to his {{Lore Link|guar}} at play.
I pray for the hunter
That stalks the white walkers.
I pray for the wise one
That seeks under the hill,
And the wife who wishes
For one last touch of her dead child's hand.
I will not pray for that which I've lost
When my heart springs forth
From your soil, like a seed,
And blossoms anew beneath tomorrow's sun.
{{Book End}}
|MW=1
|DB=1
|ON=1
|description=A volume of verse collected from Ashlander wise women
|poem=1
}}
{{Nst|MW=[This is a volume of verse collected from {{Lore Link|Ashlanders|Ashlander}} wise women. 'May I shrink to dust' is from the {{Lore Link|Ahemmusa}} Ashlanders of the {{Lore Link|Grazelands}}.]<br><br>|DB={{LetterPic|T}}his is a volume of verse collected from {{Lore Link|Ashlanders|Ashlander}} wise women. 'May I shrink to dust' is from the {{Lore Link|Ahemmusa}} Ashlanders of the {{Lore Link|Grazelands}}.<br><br>|LO={{LetterPic|T}}his is a volume of verse collected from {{Lore Link|Ashlanders|Ashlander}} wise women. 'May I shrink to dust' is from the {{Lore Link|Ahemmusa}} Ashlanders of the {{Lore Link|Grazelands}}.<br><br>}}
May I shrink to dust
In your cold, wild Wastes,
And may my tongue speak
Its last hymn to your winds.
I pray for the herder
That whistles to his {{Lore Link|guar}} at play.
I pray for the hunter
That stalks the white walkers.
I pray for the wise one
That seeks under the hill,
And the wife who wishes
For one last touch of her dead child's hand.
I will not pray for that which I've lost
When my heart springs forth
From your soil, like a seed,
And blossoms anew beneath tomorrow's sun.
{{Book End}}
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