I am your sun god,
You are my night elf,
As I look upon you,
You fade away.
The being you were,
Won't shatter or stir,
It means everything to me,
That your love remains.
The tallest of trees, with weeping leaves,
Draped over me, escapingly we.
The roots and the soil, without turmoil, begin to take place,
It begins to make face, into creatures, into darkness, into light.
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