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 I think you know

The light is out

It’s time to go 

For a new life to sprout

 

I’m far from my roots

I’m far from my crest

I’m far from myself

When I feel your breath on my chest

 

We bathe in golden glow

Our ashes indigo

 

My mournful lover

My deceitful friend

Go find your own path 

And all the means to your end

 

Halfway to the river to join what was severed

 

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