FARE THEE WELL, DEAR BAKER OF ASHTAN
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No matter what words you gloss,
your farewell words are at loss.

Nature will always need us to defend,
our wills and oaths never to bend.

Take heart, dear Baker of Ashtan,
never fret about Nature again.

Your words no longer are required,
your presence no longer desired.

Fare thee well, dear Baker of Ashtan,
May your words find new fans.

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Silje


Penned by my hand on the 19th of Daedalan, in the year 754 AF.