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Skyfall

"I've felt such span of years and worlds but face the rest uncertainly Wandring wastes of unfinished futures, I know, And am what I must be" Who are the singers? Were is the song? Who knows what things must come, Among the million things that may? A prophet, staring guiltily at the end of days His skin stained grey by darkest shadows By their presence, they are unbound Among the stars where the world goes round: Must the seer see their fate? See the world rent by lust and hate? And know that hope's the curelest of all Fearing, as she does, herself after the fall?

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