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She found herself in the Wizards’ lair
In the cold and the filth and the sickly air
With her son who was caught in the Wizards’ snare
Alas for the fate of Giserre.
Her only friends were a slave named Spit
And a bard who was known for his crimes and wit
Oh can you imagine the shame of it!
Alas for the life of Giserre.
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- Mindrell the bard