MP3 Available at: Additional info at:'s_Ford Picture at: ' Midean's Ford Soft, the winds, like springtime's fingers. Soft, the rains, like heaven's tears. Soft, the years roll by in gladness, never hinting storms to come, never hinting whirlwinds' ravage, rain of steel and battle thunder, war to tear the heart asunder. Back across the blood-red wat
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