GLIMPSES

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The evening skyline is clear once again
And Moonlight washes the forest trees
Cold night, please bring home the rain
And arrive, with the wilderness breeze

For tomorrow I will take another step
Closer to my annihilation and freedom
Trading reality for a dream's footstep
And selling dreams for reality's kingdom

The ocean embraces the shore everyday
And I can hear a voice calling out my name
Oh silver footed queen teach me to pray
For tomorrow nothing will be the same

Northern wind blow away dim desires
For the earth is never too full for a man
Let my soul consume only eternal fires
For I see glimpses of my end in nature's plan.

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