| Beyond the feeble reaches
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| Of conscious memory
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| A voice long forgotten
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| Echoes through the chamber of my thoughts
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| I cannot recall
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| The speaker or what was spoken
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| Just a whisper now
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| Still, it’s crying, screaming, wanting to be known
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| As dawn greets dew-wet grass
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| A brother returns at last
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| Seven years in patience passed
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| Long since have I laid my dreams to ash
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| Oh rekindled Flame
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| Dare not speak His name
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| Oh unfettered son
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| What gifts you were given
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| Why, then, did you run?
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| As night drapes silted shores
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| No laughter is heard anymore
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| Tales of terror and of war
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| Hang heavy in the dampened midnight air
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| Oh, recall the dream
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| Hunger’s rising scream
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| Rays of glinting light
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| Glancing off dew-wet blades this night
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| I was there
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| Where once our fathers rode
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| Beyond this mortal coil
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| Toward that precipice of stone
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| Which stands unchanged, uncaring, and old
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| Countless wonders I have seen
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| Endless skies of emerald green
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| Minds can never idle be
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| When magic stirs beyond the trees
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| You know things of which I speak
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| Secrets buried deep beneath
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| Still eclipsed in jaded truth
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| By the nameless wonders of my youth
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| Oh, recall the dream
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| (In dreams we cannot die)
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| Hunger’s rising scream
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| (It calls us to its side)
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| Rays of glinting light
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| Glancing off dew-wet blades this night
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| Come with me to better days
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| To higher climes where few might stand
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| And never shall we tread again
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| On silted shores, on blackened sand |