September 14, 2012
Fall is gold and burning red And yet no dying and no dead, A sleep but then a waking too To live again the dream of you.
You are the compass of our thought The inner battles we have fought The reason we have suffered birth Upon this blue enormous earth.
The stars are beacons of your love, The moon majestic glides above Our anguish, torment and our fears The sacrifice of failing years,
That one day soon we may unite, Awake to dawn and cleave the night..
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