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On the palm
Of a hand that led me far
Just a step
To get another taste of breeze
Rage (the storm)
I have no fear in a thousand steams
Not anymore
All time around is pinching
Nigh
Morning goes
Another sunlight stream will come
And shine
Nigh, nigh
Under bare steps
Knocking slowly
Ilumina
Cold, cold stones
Time of something is nigh
