A tale of tales

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The end, the end, the end I know
Of a story, a story of long ago
A story that begun when time was young
A story that aged as time grew old

A tale, a tale, of tears, and snow
Of a widow, a dwarf, a bird in the cold
The widow would sing, a song unknown
The dwarf would cut, a wood of stone
But the bird, the bird I did not know

A cry, a cry, a cry I heard
A widow lament the loss she bears
With every tear she beats her chest
And cursed the dwarf for all that fell
The dwarf would hear and cut more deep
For the more he took, the widow did weep
And all was lost for all that had
And what was theirs was never found

A laugh, a laugh, it rang through the hall
The hall of pangs, distress and gall
The dwarf cried out as the widow mourned
But the bird, the bird outlived them all.!