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The one that I knelt down,
If there was a time it would be then.
When we, ourselves
Made light of who we were
Taking that which is not giving
Into something extraordinary.
Light of darkness was made
and in it compounded self to self.
But when there is no self
so my reckoned trouble was made.
and after light is not light
except in unending sign,
so be it, my fortune made.