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The Noble Mage
On the hills where trash mountains grow,
A noble mage with a fiery glow.
His hair, once red, like embers bright,
In battles fierce, he embraced the fight.
Oh, noble mage, with courage so grand,
In trash mountains, he makes his stand.
Magic ablaze, a valiant sight,
But his flowing locks now gone from sight.
In the midst of trash, his power grew,
A beacon bright in a world askew.
His red hair faded, a symbol bold,
Yet courage and strength in stories told.
The trash mountains echoed with his name,
A mage undaunted by loss and flame.
For in his heart, a spirit soared,
Red may fade, but valor's adored.
So let the humble bard sing this tale of yore,
A mage with red hair, forevermore.
In trash mountains, where heroes rise,
His balding head, a beacon in the skies.
