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That Night
  It was at the end of time, that I was
  It was at the beginning, that I am
  The dead man sings songs into ocean waves
  That night at the Rock, where I stood alone
  Where I turned, the wind whistled ‘round, gentle calm
  Whispers of the past, creeping silence grown
  All the ends and beginnings of the world
  Are all that stand with me, cold lies blown down
  That night at the Rock, where I stood alone
  He came not long after, hooded and dark
  He carried their words, once spoken now gone
  Who are you? I asked, my words no stronger
  What is this place? it echoed around me
  It left a silence, one that could kill gods
  That night at the Rock, where I stood alone
  He spoke, softly and hauntingly, a ghost
  You know what this place is and who I am
  For I am the you that already walked alone
  The path has led me here to find my end
  This is the end, that is, I am the end
  You are the end, here at this place, starstruck
  On this night at the Rock, you stand alone
  I am the you that you are to become
  And cannot un-become, distant phantom
  Walking a silent path towards nothing
  This place is endless and the absolute
  It is the final Rock at the end of time
  It will be your tomb, you who stands alone
  Then he turned and left, waves crashing in sync
  It was he who told the voices to sing
  A lonely song, quiet in the darkness
  Echoing down a forgotten pathway
  Where only the lost could hear its ringing

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