Narration

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Linda Hunt Way Animals of the Willows were warned. The prophecy of mold wise had foretold all from the cataclysm of the tempest to the tragedy of the Great War. Our very existence held in the balance. No, these were the golden days of the willows. A shining beacon of society. Our own era of enlightenment. Yes, we had been warned, but the message went unheeded. The wind No. The sands of time have nearly run out. Our fate rests in the hands off the young one a mere boy One hope for redemption. Last chance Force five The wind in the Willows The Great War way Animals of the willows were warned The prophecy of mold wise had foretold all from the cataclysm of the Tempest to the tragedy of the Great War. Our very existence held in the balance. These were the golden days of the willows. A shining beacon of society. Our own era of enlightenment. Yes, we had been warned, but the message went unheeded. The wind now the sands of time have nearly run out. Our fate rests in the hands off the young one a mere boy. One hope for redemption. Last chance Force five Wind in the Willows The Great War Way Animals of the Willows were warned The prophecy of mold wise had foretold all from the cataclysm of the tempest to the tragedy of the Great War. Our very existence held in the balance. These were the golden days of the willows, A shining beacon of society. Our own era of enlightenment. Yes, we had been warned, but the message went unheeded. The wind No. The sands of time have nearly run out. Our fate rests in the hands off the young one a mere boy one hope for redemption. Last chance Force Five, The Wind in the Willows, The Great War.