Into the Fading Light

We live, we die, and death does not end it. We used to believe in the past. We still receive memories in many ways. More journeys into the night. One more hour to perfect our lives. Should we live in the light of certainty and reason? Let's create the symbols of life. Are you more real than I am? I'll burn you and set you free. Wept bitter tears. Excessive courtesy. I'm getting out of here, I won't forget.

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