| A dense knot of desires
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| Eight spirits are alight
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| In morning dews and fire
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| Eight diamonds in the night
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| At the sight of the flames, stories tell secrets unknown
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| The desolate sound of runes forlorn
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| Will abide in the weaves of life
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| We are the waking light
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| Wings of a raven
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| Waking light — divination
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| Waking light — this story’s told for me, for me
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| We are the waking light
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| Far from our haven
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| Waking light — divination
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| Waking light — this story’s told for me, for me
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| Eight spirits clad in sorrow
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| They’re searching for their cores
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| The horizon drafts the morrow
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| On their memories dissolved
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| At the sight of the flames, stories tell of secrets sealed
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| The sign of the stones, truths will reveal
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| Divine your arcane
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| We are the waking light
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| Wings of a raven
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| Waking light — divination
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| Waking light — this story’s told for me, for me
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| We are the waking light
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| Far from our haven
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| Waking light — divination
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| Waking light — this story’s told for me, for me
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| We are the waking light
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| Wings of a raven
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| Waking light — divination
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| Waking light — this story’s told for me
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| We are the waking light
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| Wings of a raven
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| Waking light — divination
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| Waking light — this story’s told for me, for me
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| We are the waking light
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| Far from our haven
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| Waking light — divination
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| Waking light — this story’s told for me, for me |