The roar of the lion, and the moan of the heart, you have heard none my dear, you have grown from the promise to become the fulfilled, yet you have not faced the truth, a veil you wear, a mask you seek, and one day age will tear it apart, faced with the promises that you failed to fulfill, but till then, one sunrise a day will follow each sunset you endure, and till then the boat will keep wandering…

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