WILL TURN TO DUST,
UNCOVER THE CLOUDS AND KNOW YOUR NATURE,
FREE YOUSELF FROM THE BARS OF YOUR OWN TORMENT,
THERE IS NO SOUL THAT CAN RELEASE YOURS,
BECOME WHAT IS THE TRUTH,
WHAT EVER BECOMES DUST WASNT WHAT YOU LOVED,
BUT THE ESSENCES OF WHO WE ALL ARE
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In the Garden of Solitude
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