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If only I could Clear my eyes Then I might breathe once more Then I might breathe again Old sun and stars, And oceans below me Gathered scribes over Jaggad shards, under foot Old sun and stars, And oceans below me Gathered scribes over Jaggad shards, under foot To slash to the sound How many sit on woe or peril? How many walk on their own? Into the truth Let myself burn Now it's written 1000 shards From Letras Mania