The singing of the sonorous spheres
whirling through the wastes of the vast unknown
The passing of the pressing, pain filled years
wandering through this wanton world alone
Far stars that light the darkened sky
stories from a past we cannot meet
No warmth they give on this most chilly night
their rays don't melt the ice beneath my feet
Full moon shines yellow 'flected sun
illuming night with eerie lunar rays
I know not what the coming years will bring
what outcome from this sacred tale of days
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