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Dark hills at sunset
Glowing arms reach for the land
Those days of communion
Drenched in evening red

And the birds they rust
Feel silent at dusk
Till there is darkness
And waning lands

Cold is the tideway
Frail the hands
Since death knew the names
Of everything sane

And the gods yell it out
What every child knows

This is the lament of the gods
Wailing their existences loss

And there in the tremor
Of summerly tunes
Wails the forsaken
For Lemuria to rise

This is the lament of the gods
Life has passed thee by my lord

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