The truth bears witness to

the sins of our fathers. Remote 

undertakings sire disasters, and flooded 

plains seek growth. New starts 

with old beginnings, and old with new 

speak of love.

You, me, and the price we pay

for the pain of loss. Speak of nothing, 

for the future tells its own story.

A tale of woe, misery, and 

a solemn good night. 

Have no fear, the sun will always rise.

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