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Searing 'cross the pitchยญ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
The man who made it didn't need it. The man who bought it didn't use it. The man who used it didn't want it.
It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.
A great mysterious place that the bold have been known to journey into.
Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
Brings the sky a lot closer.