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As the night falls, I roam through these distant lands.

Lost and bleeding, reaching out for an escape.

Sleepwalking part the field across the treelines

where life flourished I was stunned and left for dead.

As the night goes on I roam these distant shores,

ocean holds me close.

Beyond these faded tracks there can still be hope.

From these narrow roads I was searching for a plave to rest

but from this town by lake I found my soul instead