Amarantha Françoise Dyuaaxchs
Falling Water, Setting Sun, Dying Man, We have begun.
Immortal Free, the Time is bent. My gifts I take from you. Wait.
Day is dawning, The road doth bend, Creatures are running, Shall I end?
Until the Sun and Moon And this egg of stone Hatch forth blessed life Your own shall be undone.
Wait.
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