Turning tides of erupted sands
Running forth a washed ashore
Bringing to all the known
Having side reign truth
What is from the truth?
This is not who is become
That it is why a reason is made
Formed of what will be
And nothing more
Take away knowledge of thee
A stranger is all that comes today
From the shadows of the night
What is it you take?
From where would you stand?
This is what you show me
And of the pain brought
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