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I slumber throught my years, like the desert moves with the wind.
Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end.A wanderer I am indeed......the son of the moon...and I will carry mountains soon.A burden I was for those who woke the sun.I threw their masks away, lit my torches and burned their eyes.
Forgiven I never was.
But I will carry mountains soon.A burden, is it not?
Kneeling I chose my faith,while they lit the sun, and flew nakedand blind over my desert fields.
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