The memory, fooffalls echo in.
You did not take, the passage down.
Towards the door, you never opened it.
Into the Garden Of Eden.
My words, echo in your mind.
Of my eyes, grief touched.
Until then such things, I never knew.
It is not in the stars, to hold your destiny.
But, in yourself.
On which stone, is the Evil?
The Good sharpen themselves.
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