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All this time awaiting night
At its end awaits a trial
The reflections of a knife cut through the dark and an alliance of hearts
With the setting sun
the tides rise
with the setting sun
to end a life
with the setting sun
As the waves pull back the treasures are revealed
I heard I would fear but I’m not scared of an inevitable end
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