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In the smallest hour

Night’s black like obsidian

From the depth

Of white tipped waves

Comes streams of dreams undone

We tread tired and true

From pale green to blessed blue

In depths of deepest red to the

Cold edge of nothingness

Come see what we can be

Come see what others see

My track to tread

Day not to dread

So hard and edged

Blind innocence

I see what we should be

I see what others see

My track to tread

In deepest red

Ardouous test - unwillingness