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By The Drifter From Heaven A bended knee beneath a crown of light, My head is bowed in its kingly delight, My soul is nourished in its royal feast, And in each serving a chance of release, The darkness is gone, phantoms fade from view, The broken fissures are now born anew.
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:24 PM UTC
The Nourished Soul
By The Drifter From Heaven A bended knee beneath a crown of light, My head is bowed in its kingly delight, My soul is nourished in its royal feast, And in each serving a chance of release, The darkness is gone, phantoms fade from view, The broken fissures are now born anew.
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:24 PM UTC
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