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from silence was delivered one word above the still please - and I would listen for an answer to my will something more worth coming back would wait in patient grace for proof someone had heard me in worlds beyond this place I must be queen I must exist as someone else had dreamed was come for me a message of redemption thought unseen a light to glow across the night would cling to every bough til none were left but those without the will to question how - would keep the flame else prophets fall beneath the weight of truth I can't recall for certain the reason I was come rocked against a song already knew
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