Lost is the land where the words unheard sing,
Dark are the paths where the stranger waits
Empty the hope of a new day dawning
Broken the pillars, shattered the gates
Soft in the wild lands a lone voice calling
Pale in the night is a light new born
Cool on the skin is the first rain falling
Shadows cast long by the brand-new dawn
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