The night is clear, i keep my eyes downcast, immersed in earthly struggle, i seek the moon, a twisted dance among the quiet trees, voices tempt my ear to lonely plains,
these graceful strides amid the swamp and foggy wraiths that refuse to part,
meaning has been lost, i seek the sun, and refuse to look at stars.
Come down from your mountain, oh sweet reason, and walk awhile among us.
Things we lost in the fire.
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