Song of the High

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From dust to dust and ash back to ash.

From dust you were born, you shall return.

Thy end not from a gigantic gash,

Instead, end shall be a fiery burn.

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The solar études echoes widely

As she swallowed her children away.

'Tis the last time thee count thine yearly,

Thy dust scorched by the cosmic array.

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Abyss shadowed over thy vision;

The song finale of the lady.

The goddess shall finish her mission

Though it shall be feasted with no glee.

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As thy dust burns 'til it disappear,

Thy new living is now not that clear.

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