hours moving past me forever
Hours moving past me forever
In this perpetual motion of fire,
Never before was this falling
Of all night and tempting wake,
In this was the past and future
So combined in the ending wake,
For the beginning was taken away
From me who is falling to see the
Fires return in the ending of future!
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