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The shadow had strangled the heavy latch,
And burned through the velvet with a jagged slash.
The heart had struck a dying, desperate match,
And fell to the dust in a bitter crash.
The fire had loomed where the cold winds screech,
Beyond the gate that the flames could reach.
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​The light is waking in the clear, cool air,
Lift up the gaze where the mountains rise.
The dark is fading everywhere,
Seek out the truth in the open skies.
The spirit is shedding all the layers of pain,
Follow the path through the cooling rain.
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​The soul has been planting the seeds of the vine,
It will step toward the gates of a grand design.
The hope has been rising, a golden line,
It will walk where the rivers of peace entwine.
The faith has been building throughout the day,
It will enter the light on the endless way.