Sun making its way across the sky
Cutting like a knife
Heading west
Calling to me
Like a sirens song
Follow…follow me
Blinded by the sun
Longing for westward dreams
Out of place here
Always have been
Having a pilgrims soul
Seeking freedom
Westward boundaries are filled with such souls
Those that heard the suns call
At gloaming
…
…
…
And answered
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