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Sunset
"Your brother will rise again."
Different days, different demons
Ghosts that have joined me on my way
Searching for a bigger map
For a treasure buried since my first day
Before the sun was stolen from the sky.
The time taken is the grandest theft
And no matter how many million miles I fly
My destination leaves me before I've left.
But even after my last breath
I will not grow dim but ever-shining
A smaller piece of a greater Death
A precious key for its parent door
A heartbeat planted in the earth
So a mighty oak might touch the skies
Not an ending but a birth
Nothing ever truly dies.
