Gods above,
beneath
behind.
And we'll walk the path of fire,
with trees and night above.
Mounting silence,
and my thoughts fall like tears.
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Gods above,
beneath
behind.
And we'll walk the path of fire,
with trees and night above.
Mounting silence,
and my thoughts fall like tears.