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LYS
Sol
Come, the wheel turns
As the shadows deepen
and life is ebbing low
Hold on, before I go
Come, the wheel turns
not for the greater gifts of genius
not for thoughts more grandly bright
All the dying poets whisper, into light
We travel 'round the sun but only
the Gods know where we run
Come, the wheel turns
We throw the windows widely open
for dim and longing visions
Once more, before I go
Come, the wheel turns
not for the greater gifts of genius
not for thoughts more grandly bright
All the dying poets whisper, into light
We travel 'round the sun but only
the Gods know where we run
Following circles, following circles
Sun touches night
We travel 'round the sun but only
the Gods know where we run
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