We merge.
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From someone... something.
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The truth of this world.
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Choose to rise.
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I’ll let the sand slip through my fingers.
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Above the gallows.
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Luring you in.
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For the apocalypse.
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Will never bloom again.
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A power. Growing. Ever so quickly. Like a shooting star. Burning brightly towards the skies. Leaving a trail of light.
