I am exceptionally good at my craft

Let the bells chime
The lantern shine
The lights dies
Inside a mind

The bells can be heard singing a merry tune, a merry tune indeed

The lantern shined so bright, it sparkled across the sea

The shadows on the wall danced because of the "lights" warm embrace

"the minds a terrible thing to waste"

The maiden said to the shadows that the shadows have passed to thee "the minds a terrible thing to waste indeed, but why not let it wander free?"

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