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There before the rising sun
In twilight ravens wings are drawn
Thought sent out to horizons edge
Memories of the words of men

-"With dusk brings the end of day, while the last fragments
of light remain
Silhouettes disappear in growing night
No sight nor sound of two birds flight"

While he sits alone with closed eye
Lucid dreams fill his mind
Evening falls on golden halls
It's time to wing their way home
Ravens whispers now have ceased
With it silenced beating wings
With no return from horizons edge
All is lost of the words of men

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