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With a ripped deep reverence In the end of its fight A day strikes its power Over the soft end of night. A steady dark steepness Through the hole in our sight Regains its dark power By the rip of its light.
With a ripped deep reverence In the end of its fight A day strikes its power Over the soft end of night. A steady dark steepness Through the hole in our sight Regains its dark power By the rip of its light.