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Ahead lies a divided plain.

But don't walk left or right,

The path in the grass

leads straight up

You fly straight into the night



As you climb

You look straight up

[which now is the east],

And the stars fall behind

you and travel back up

swiftly floating just out of reach.



And you reach the plateau

you encountered before

And you find that where you stand

looks right across time,

to our divided plain,

looks at you, in your old land



You turn around

[toward what used to be down]

and see a purple sunset in the west

And the future is seen,

through a wave in the Sea,

see a place that is your final rest



And now it seems

You'll die here in your dreams

But you decide that now isn't your time

And so for you the child brings

A new set of wings

you fly into a glazed white sky