Thousands of years have passedStill we do not knowO tell
With neither speech nor portrayalshe gazed up towards infinity's faceand
A world like thiswe never before have seenA prism in
We who runfrom the presence of the sunBy the voided
As the earth does weepThe sun being setEach flower moistenedLike
A passion of tearsclose my soul as Ireach for your
To these pale spectresdwelling in the blackness of my sinsI
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