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Breath shows in cold air the light of the day disappears,
Shades of grey the daylight falls, fade...

Standing under setting sun, edges of the sky are fraying, circumventing of
life... Tamed voice of ancients proclaimed the elders, the only remains of
freedom being the pulsing light of eternal ground.

Wilderness revealed moving slowly across the sky swings down
from amidst the clouds the night sky rises, dark...

The slightest touch of the sun's
enigma sparking through the darkness,
like a force fighting to be free
the encroaching light once brigher.

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