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Sculpt the Lives

Cold eyes of fire talk to me

Stillborn desire in the air I breathe

In our wanton spirits I read

Closure, nauseating rites

A face and heart I heedUnprecedented in longing

As we soar still higher

As Icarus we'll plunge

In longing manner we'll admireInto depths all unknown

Soul and purpose set alight

Over barren lands we've flown

In transmission morning thrives

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