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In This Obsidian Dream I Wander,

O’er Mountains And Stars.

A Dialogue Of Perfect Harmonies,

Lost In The Blackness, Lost In The Seas.

A Return To Her Embrace,

Where Valleys Are But Cracks In The Grain Of The Earth,

Distant Memories, Born Again And Again.

A Pillar Of Stars.

Burn As A Star In The Sun,

In Her Arms, In Her Eyes.

Burn.

As The Northern Lights Burn The Night Sky,

I Return To The Mountains And Valleys Of My Youth.

As The Chapter Closes,

As The Dialogue Ends,

We Go On And On, Together.