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No searching footsteps, no whispered promises,
Of gold and glory,
Will take him in, too late for his defense.
No creeping terror, no creature in the black,
No stark decay of time,
Will stay his hand from clawing ever back.
'Cause in that eastern glow, so many times believed,
Once more to bring him back, once more to onward lead.
In pictures drawn in sand,
In dreams of lucid night,
In pale reflection's face,
He sees the memories
that hold him to the light.
In tales of open seas,
In the glory of the brave,
In journeys long foretold,
He'll find the hope
To see beyond his fight.
'Cause in that eastern glow, so many times believed,
Once more to bring him back, once more to onward lead,
That what in visions lie may never come to be,
That what has come before may one day lie only in that history.
With red horizons and the lifting of the chill,
A new day comes at last to carry out its will.
And out of deepest depths and into shining blue,
His vitric walls give way, his dreams fulfilled.
The glass fused from sand is now to sand returned,
That pale reflected face with wisdom dearly earned,
Is set free at last to roam the Delphic sky,
Spreads his wings, unfurl sands of time.
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