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Beneath the ancient moon,
Where all is fiery pain within.
Embrace the light of golden trees,
Setting free the sorrows of soul.
Let free the pain you once embraced,
Speak for the mind of the child.
Let the birds be what they aren't,
Let night be empowered with spirit.
Dance for the wisdom of words,
Set free the life of your past.
Waves of ocean tears,
Weep blood for the breathing wind.
And so the years flow by,
Until you're lost.
So it came to pass,
That the golden sun is shadowed.
Mountains lonely, hidden behind the hills.
Of feeling you've lost within.
Softened clouds,
And fields of flowers.
The rain will cleanse,
And the sky will heal.
Turn upon the sunset,
And breathe it light again.

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