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I slumber throught my years.
Like the desert moves with the wind.
Frozen and flickering, the lustful yearhas 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 naked and blindover my desert fields.
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