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Shores of glory await you
Hours of glass in the fortune of nights' gaze.
We bound limitlessly in a circle of fate.
How, to be so bold in an hour to which not I can see.
Lingering between the walls, do you not hear it?
We lay still on the hopeless beams wondering what to become.
Unsung are the vows, the ones before have waited to hear.
How is it now that all who come to past wait for it?
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