Sphere's of Light,
Dance around your concealed mind,

Dragon's roamed the land's,
When and before Medieval times,
Aghast the Chosen Naught are few,

To stand the test of time a dew,
For centuries the growing fields doth grow,

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SILENCE
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Flight, Cold, Death,
Streaming like fallen waters,
From guilt-like cares,


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ENDING
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She was looking at the sight's,
And I called to her,
Hello, Hello, Hello,
I care that you see what's inside of us,
Inside us all,
Inside what ever we could, or should,
Have we been?