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In the smallest hour

night´s black like obsidian

Straight from the depths 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 of willingness

In the smallest hour

night´s black like obsidian

Striaght from the depths 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

In the smallest hour

night´s black like obsidian

Striaght from the depths of white tipped

waves comes streams of dreams undone