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Another summer will soon come
You'll shield what you once were
And give all that you have become.
Do you feel the ground shift,
As mountains lift to greet me
You feel it heave beneath our feet
My fingers still find yours as
We devour all but ourselves
My whispers linger, surpassed only
By the last draw from my smoke
I dreamed this stolen night,
For lands parted, seperated
For men like you