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Merciless and cold

the memories remain,

to steal forgetfulness of sleep,

to bring remembrances of pain.

To kill the face,

the golden eyes,

to still the voice,

to stop the sighs

that fill the long dark hours of night:

Excise the soul, erase the light.

The light of laughter,

the glow of pride,

the grace of movement,

the place beside.

The joy of living,

the pain at death,

the need to give,

to be the best.

Excise the soul,

erase the light,

murder the memory,

kill the sight.

The dawn is waiting.

The past is far.

The sun is rising-

on Kolinahr.
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