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Part
Two
Although the distances are vast,
and even rockets going fast
would take some years to leap between
the snow of Yule and Earthly green,
A thought does not take any time;
you can as quick a mountain climb
as you can blink a single eye,
when you first teach your thoughts to fly.
And those on Yule have practiced long--
it's said that when one sings a song
another Yule across the sea
will sing in perfect harmony.
They listened once, then listened more;
they wanted to be very sure
that they were getting it just right;
it sounded sadly like a fight.
The Yule did with their magic see,
and listen telepathically.
And here reporting with the mind,
this is what the Yule did find:
There is a world
of precious worth,
much like ours, though it's called Earth.
On Earth exists those like ourselves,
and some are Human, some are Elves.
They think that each is different there,
though each has arms and legs and hair.
But there's one difference, it is true;
the Elves have magic, as we do.
The Humans said of magic powers,
"We'll kill the Elves, it will be ours."
The Elves do not kill, out of love,
so they've been forced to move above
the highest place where Humans go,
a place of cold and ice and snow.
The Humans now have magic not,
but Elves are in a harder spot.
Without their love Elves cannot live,
and these have lost the will to give.
Elves love each other, it is true,
but they must give to Humans too.
It is their nature, but they fear
to have a Human come too near.
If Elves live only in the snow,
their will to live in time will go.
If they should perish, understand,
there'll be no magic in that land.
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