The wanderer reaches
for the light obscured
by the fog of a
thousand voices;
shine on me, shine on me,
let me not become
a lost child of the lie.
WHAT OF THE LIE
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The wanderer reaches
for the light obscured
by the fog of a
thousand voices;
shine on me, shine on me,
let me not become
a lost child of the lie.