Into Its Night I’m walking its path, smelling its breeze. Its light is coming down, pouring through its trees. I’m footsteps in its sand. I’m a bird in its flight. I’m the sound of its ocean. I’m going into its night. I’m sheparded by it’s hand, a wind following it’s course. I’m the moon and stars, born from it’s source. I’m footsteps in its sand. I’m a bird in its flight. I’m the sound of its ocean. I’m going into its night.
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