A rising through the;
Trees- My moon is setting
An echo of a park
Waits in ghostly,
One man;
Silence.
The Warrior's Belt
Hovers nearby
Still chasing his foe
'Cross the immortal skies
For the amusement of the
Echo of a park.
Emptiness cries
In its snow covered lot.
Emptiness cries
In its dimly lit hall.
Emptiness cries
For the freedom to be free.
(Liberation;
Be near and dear to me.
Abdication;
Of all that is dear to me
Has already happened
I hear no more then what is near
And I see no more children
Where are the children?)
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