Sometime I stand,
on the shore of time,
learning the secret,
of a dying star.
Sometime I walk,
over a bottomless ocean,
of past tears,
in solitude.
Sometime I look,
to the lonely moon,
the light of dark void,
serene illumination.
Sometime I stand,
on the shore of time,
learning the secret,
of a dying star.
Sometime I walk,
over a bottomless ocean,
of past tears,
in solitude.
Sometime I look,
to the lonely moon,
the light of dark void,
serene illumination.
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