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Shrouded in the night’s thick fabric,
Some who fear infinity
Believe a dark door
In the sky will open
And heaven will empty itself
And everything they have ever lost
Will come back to them.

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Ancient farmers in dry places
Watched the clouds.
Clouds mean rain.
Rain means life.
And so they discovered
That human fate falls from the sky
And rises from the ground.
This is the source of all mystery.