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YearnA shattered hope amongst the fallen leavesFraught with emptiness Buried beneath a century of moss Feel the wind speak my name Watch, as hands carve and forge Hewn of ancient blood and breath Forced to be, and left to rot for a new day Endless companion of sorrow and guilt For now, I have only you A guided hand Toward a broken spirit A forgotten land For which I crave and cannot hold A whisper of a primal force I am coming home to a new day |