Under the stars and beneath the sun, in this indefinite realm
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Being is beyond understanding, life-like yet just a dream
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There are whispers from the other side, calling for a path to reason
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But the desire of a lesser kind holds strong in a world of treason
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It is only when the darkest hour approaches that our true nature is exposed
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So the voice of reason remains but a whisper in the dark
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Everything that begins ends with the last of the two
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Until they anew will rise from the ruin of that single spark
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The one which is no more and that never was
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For under the stars and beneath the sun, there is really nothing at all
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Yet even so we choose this path, for only to watch the aftermath
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Knowing all things that come to an end, leave only broken pieces to mend
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Under The Stars
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