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Wait for me, I am here again in your lives.

I'm just here in your run-down souls.

Sun of Valkyries and your mystic knife.

In this desert I'm the water-hole.

But just now the door to your souls is stiff.

Can't you see, there are the hard rays?

And my soul is only end-leaf

In the secret Book of Space-ways.

I'm the Atlas of all Cosmic-fords.

My life is broken rest.

But some day I'll take you to Gods,

Who wracked this warmth in my chest.

I am swimming today in the spray

Of the Lake, that is full of your blood and tears.

I will not decline my head all the way,

Though I see horse-load of spears.

But I know, that our fight

Is able to destroy this clock-face...

The Nightplanet is calling us with its light,

With asteriated beams from deep Space.