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The RiverThis mineral drags the starlightAnd it`s rupturing my disguise I might discover the way back to that river There, where the gift Was sunken into my eyes The black marbles, I abhor I`ve found it, wrapped in a velvet cloth Enforcind a union of longing and disgust The way is old and unknown Enclosed by ancient trees Behind them, a white shadow stirs On this cold and disripting path I become soulless, I am unearthly torn, Tragically cursed and unloved I cherish and beg for salvation As the white shadow turns into a dark figure Stabbing daggers into my back For the memories of my genuine life They bring my journey to an end Passing by, to leave this place forever I see the forefathers at the ground of the river |