With (my) mind unclouded I pierce the light
With a broken heart, I welcome darkness
With soul enslaved and feathered hand
I become the path without beginning nor end
You let this sickness grow inside
One seed that makes a forest
And embraced the night in the death of the day
I reach the crest...
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