A sun that never sets burns on.
new light is this river's dawn.
When to speak of a word so old
is to relearn what is known.
a time to think back and move on.
rebuild the loves of lives long gone.
The blood that flows through me is not my own.
the blood is from the past, not my own.
the blood that leads my life is not my own.
the blood is strength, i'm not alone.

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