| Embraced by enchantment, feeble winds howl
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| The sun levitates through a deathbed of lights
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| The empty horizon, forsaken and cold
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| Ascends from the ashes of the vanishing sun
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| Under veils of oblivious skies
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| I wander through naked fields over cold grounds
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| Clawed trees stands lifeless engraved in the mist
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| Into nowhere that grimly reveals
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| Unshadowed for the dying sun still buried under desperate claws
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| A pale light shimmers with a cleansing brightness through the dark
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| The sun shall no more give us warmth
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| But still to haunt from empty skies
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| In the distant gleam lies the forgotten to be found
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| Among all shades of the trees the naked fields now drown
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| As I slowly wander into the forests grip it all opens clear
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| Now I see through the dim which nestles before my steps
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| Where the light shines so pure but still seems distant from the path
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| Forgiving shadows fall through the wise wind
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| Forever to shine with a distant thorn of light
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| The howling now increases when the wind grips the trees
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| Serenades fills the air with enchanting sighs of relief
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| All vanishing into the skies where the sun no longer glows
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| Only the breeze now seems to breathe through the night
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| When I reach the light tears me through the silent dark
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| Enlivened by the mesmerizing wind
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| The trees stand reaching into the sky
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| As a vast memory the banished sun shall rest
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| Unshadowed for the thorns still tearing me with desperate claws
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| The light still shimmers a pure brightness in the dark
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| Forgiving shadows fall through the wise wind
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| Forever to shine with distant thorns of light |