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Freed

For the sun, it does burn,
lest we flee, and we turn,
Unless we hide in the dark,
or the shadows of the day,
For a ray, must never lay,
upon us, we the damned,
or our bodies, they'll be grey,
and no longer closely crammed,
We will spread, with the wind,
Our ashes slowly thinned,
no longer to walk this land,
Freed from the grip of eternity's hand.
For the sun, it does burn,
lest we flee, and we turn,
Unless we hide in the shadows of the day...
For the sun, it does burn,
lest we flee, and we turn,
Unless we hide in the dark of the night...