Misty morning on windswept plain
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Embers of a fortress all that remain.
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The seeds of life that burned within
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Have flown like whispers on the wind.
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From the sleepers world
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I look toward darkening skys.
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Through the violet haze of summer storms
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The sun leaves tired eyes.
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The Ivory Gate Of Dreams VI. Whispers On The Wind
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| Fates Warning |
