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On the flow, on the stone and stone. Golem soak in the silken bone. Shadows creep in the rivers wide. From the stone where the silver sighed. Hands are rusted, the breath once bone. Grinder slow in the cinder flow. Steel and breeds with the fire's breath. Forms to mop in the endless death. Oceans swirled in the ghostly gale. Every ghost in the voices spare. Feel the mark in the stone-like coat. On the dust, on the bones on float. Faster stones, distant quiet beat. Heaven's burn under broken heat. Flow, On the stone you see. Run from the endless sea. Gold in the garden's ground. Peace in the ground where the stone don't found. Cloud has spawned the pools of dawn. Grind too deep where the soul goes gone. Breath of dust in the kindling light. Find the stone in the final fight. For the dome in the bones of dawn. Find the stone in the silver stone. Feel the mark in the stony face. Find the stone in the breath of space. Flow, On the stone you see. Run From the endless sea. Gold