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Colors weave into a spire of flame Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed Bear this torch against the cold of the night Search your soul and reawaken the undying light On that day, when the sky fell away Our world came to an end In our eyes, did a fading sun rise in the dark? Glimmering shadows Silence grows, in the spaces between stretching out beyond time Rising up, as a chorus of souls find a voice flickering through the void These little sparks, cling on to life, everyone caught in the struggle, And then the storms of change, they fan the flames scattering ashes to the wind Every soul contains a whisper of light gleaming faintly as it dwindles from sight No escape, no greater fate to be made In the end, the chains of time will not break Colors weave into a spire of flame Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed Bear this torch against the cold of the night Light will guide you, on your way to the ultimate fight
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