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There is a fight & in the middle there I lie,
Across the golden fields & the starry sky,
Across land concrete
deep sealed under my feet.
& I cannot but fight until I die… into the silver light.

There is an ageless time, where phrases said in rhyme.
Across the skyline cries, There lain my starless skies.
Unto the edge of eternity
Where I must pursue me.
& all I do is to stay true; kissing the hands of time.
& as myself, I pursue, Finding me become you.
Finding that I am home.
Finding that I am home…

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