That crowd not 
Separated by death 
Allegiance to little
No one starsong 
Of possession again
This is the way
We tour the end
Like it were not
The end by an-
other beginning
We are before the
Threshold of 
Another beginning
The world will shed
The world what 
The world will shed…
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