The evening star is peace,
where every fear can gain release.
So I must follow it,
as time and passion may permit.
And from that precipice,
I gaze upon the wilderness.
I reach to touch the wind,
for on its wings I shall ascend.
Beyond the firmament,
then I will finally rest content.
Where stars fall to the sea,
the dusky shadows comfort me.
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