At the beginning we enter, dragons in late summer, to embrace a new day.
Each of us, dressed on fire, touches the sun and laments.
The sun kisses us high and low to no end.
How many more hours will the sun rise to warm the ashes and clear the forests?
How many happy mornings will fall quietly?
Nobody knows but the early morning dews.
Nobody knows but the early morning dews.
So, we start.
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