II:2:Two
Endless sands.
No ocean is heard.
No clouds above.
Rocks climb high, soaring into the endless blue.
Then you came.
Your cloak as black as night.
This was once your home.
Does it scar you to look at it.
I’ll take your hand if you take mine.
And we walk out from sand to flame.
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