Would to God I could stay and instead slay your dragon,
This beast who sits hunched on your back.
As it is I must leave you in care of my brother,
The wizard, who lives on the hill,
Who has promised his art,
Will soon pierce through the heart
Of this dragon that's keeping you ill.
And you know that as soon as I can I'll return,
So be brave, son, and know that I long
To race you to the top of the morning!
Come, sit on my shoulders and ride.
Run and hide, I'll come and find you,
Climb hills to remind you
I love you, my boy at my side!
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