On The Other End Of Eight (reprise)
Here at peace at last on the other end of eight years gone
I cannot reconcile the sullen, scarred face I once wore,
slashed beyond recognition by the absence of love,
a mad vacuum where hope sleeps alone and prays
for scar tissue to come and kiss away a pain
only three thousand setting suns can heal.
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