The light is lower than it used.
There was a time when it was near,
yet as of late, o’er in the east
I’ve seen and felt it move away.
The air grows cold and day is turned
to night. And now the only light
is but the pale reflection from
the sun, whose face we may not see.
Yet from the dark, this light reborn
will rouse this shadow world to life
and westward travels back to us
that death may die and light bring life.
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