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The stars above and scopes. The darkness opens glow. The night begins to glow. And solely you can flow. The colors start to breathe. It's falling into sea. The cold begins to fade. And certain earthy's way. You build your golden lows. I've built the stage of crows. And now you can't be sold. The truth begins to grow. In silence, walking past. Each step I find the last. You know this from the peak. And feel it on my steep. I see the deep inside your skin. The pull in me give in. Of more than just a flame. But that is sound the same. The story's taught in rain. You whisper your own pain. You built this world of grain. And felt the same pouring rain. The story's talking past. You only paid the past. You try to feel the deep. I know just what you keep. The stories in your bones. Your truth begins to grow. And solely from begin. And certain birth is when. The story's talking past. Each step I find the last. You know this from the peak. And feel it on my steep. The story's talking past. You golden me