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This is the end of the line.
Our toes hang over the edge,
with conviction and pride,
attuned; our frequencies align.

I am ready to take this step.
As I leap,
take my hand.
Let the wind be my guide.
Take my flight beyond,
beyond the aether.

Our calls have gone unanswered,
the hopes we've sought.
On hollow words we've fallen.
On hollow earth we'll rot.

In our darkest days,
our greatest strength is found,
found within oneself.
Crying to be saved,
the universe will heal,
only heal itsself.

Take my hand as we leave the earth.
We'll return when the clock begins to die,
this is our first light.
Our first light.

We watch the clock kill the hours,
time spent breaking ground for this.
Set our sights on fate and good fortune,
in hopes of living the perfect life.

Our calls have gone unanswered,
the hopes we've sought.
On hollow words we've fallen.
On hollow earth we'll rot.

Take my hand as we leave the earth.
We'll return when the clock begins to die,
this is our first light.
Our first light.

This is the end of the line.
This is the end of the line.

Letting go of the only place that you called home
is your last task to overcome,
the degradation of your independence.
The silence undergone,
can only strengthen your resolve to live on.

Take my hand as we leave the earth.
We'll return when the clock begins to die,
this is our first light.
Our first light.

As I take these steps,
feel what it means to be alive,
taking these deep breaths,
this is the end.

This is the end of the line.
Our toes hang over the edge,
with conviction and pride,
attuned; our frequencies align.

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