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The Last Eclipse
I can feel a power returning
Rejuvenation has come at last
Each syllable a heart full beating
I can hear scars whisper through the past
Crimson is a nature invited
Cryptic how the soul begins to mend
Placate cracks with darkness belighted
It's getting harder to play pretend
Whittle away every fruitless hour
Molding this course despair into glass
Like season's winter we must devour
For this second wind will come to pass.
Rejuvenation has come at last
Each syllable a heart full beating
I can hear scars whisper through the past
Crimson is a nature invited
Cryptic how the soul begins to mend
Placate cracks with darkness belighted
It's getting harder to play pretend
Whittle away every fruitless hour
Molding this course despair into glass
Like season's winter we must devour
For this second wind will come to pass.
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