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Dohvahvakin   World eater waking Civil war raging As homes burn and Dragons fly   The dovahkiin appears again
 From the Sea of Ghosts with waters of black daggersTo the Throat of the Worldlooking down on us all   These are the mountainwhom I call homeSkyrim training my bodyMy mind, My blade   Prepared for the forestsFilled with treasures aheadI set off on
I speak to the dead, After I have wasted three and ninety lockpicks Just to get a potato out of a long forgotten box. How is it not rotten? I really need to get to Whiterun but Lydia blocks me in the hallway.
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