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Land on the edge
of the end of the world.
Rain that is falling
against all her words.
Celtia sleeps in her sorrow and death
and in her breath there's the final twilight.
Shadows of heaven
and darkness inside.
Waters in which we have lost
our lives.
Sentence turns in her lost fatal light
over our spears
and over our sighs.
