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The road unwound
A thread of gold
Through valleys deep
Through nights so cold
Footsteps fade
The earth they kissed
A map of dreams in morning mist

And the sky—oh
The sky—
Held the weight of every sigh

The last horizon
Burning low
A painted edge where wanderers go
Raise your voice
Let it soar
Let it cry
For every ending needs its sky

The sun spills red
Like a story bled
Whispered truths where the brave once tread
The wind it hums
A quiet hymn
Of all we lost
Of all within

And the earth—oh
The earth—
Turns beneath
Rebirth
Rebirth

The last horizon
Burning low
A painted edge where wanderers go
Raise your voice
Let it soar
Let it cry
For every ending needs its sky