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This river in me, dried out

Body is cold, weathered by time

Final light in this life

I'm letting go

Fear not of the light he radiates

Passage is clear, my soul levitates

I'm letting go

Noises in the hill

Sentinel hill

The summit

Stone pillars

My life appears at the gate

Metamorphosis of being

What it means to be

And what it will represent

Truth will wash ashore

What will be, what it was before

Disfigured matter, spinning outward

Will flesh out any coward

All in one, one in all

All in one, one in all

His eyes speak to me again

All in one, one in all

All in one, one in all

His eyes speak to me again

His eyes speak to me