On the edge of horizons that spread like the sea,
everlasting as the sky.
On the brink of the heavens of darkness's eternity,
everlasting echo’s cry.

The line that is drawn from the east to the west,
everlasting on and on.
the waves of the shore that keep coming, no rest,
everlasting, never gone.

The sand of the dessert that glitters like gold,
everlasting, dead and dry.
The years of this time from its youth to its old,
everlasting, going by.

The ring of the moon as it circles the core,
everlasting, half light swords.
Never, forever, and after, and more,
everlasting, endless words.

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