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In dark distant days yet to come
With starfire dead and gone
And when even dark distant gods number there none
Will you come to me?

Call me home for I am lost
Fire the horizon for I walk a dark road
Cry bitter tears for I thirst

Explain our sweet mystery lest it confuse
Talk to me then of now lest I forget
Ease my last step lest I stumble

Will you come to me?
When dark distant days confine us
And the ashed horizon blinds us
In those dark distant days will you come?