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The sun of my sky sets

Burning down to night

Burned the edge of my soul

blinded in the depths of night

chasing sparks of sun

Fighting to become journeys end

Bleeding the dust of my bones

Reminiscing in black

I see the real

in this fights bright lie

no matter how many pages turn

no matter how many suns set

This fire burns