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Endless and cold, this world I'm waking in,
Hit by unknown hands, a journey I begin,
Seemingly bold, playing with the game I'm in,
Passing through the lands, down hills of fate

Dark and vague, this world I'm walking in,
No star to guide; unknown to me,
Which road to take, no paths to see,
No one at my side, for turning it's too late

Steep and rough, this hill I climb,
The lowest low, I've left behind,
Is high enough, the high I find?
And even so, the highest high to date?

Merry and warm, this world of mine,
Arises out of stone, thus following the line,
Of previous tales untold, whose lower hills,
Are calling me to hold, to turn from letting
This journey's tale unfold

Endless and cold, these shores of stones,
The grey they show, the grey we take,
Motionlessly, lying at world's lake,
Seemingly the same, coincidentally made

Still all unique, they're meant to be,
Now look at them, then look at me,

It's just a game, and I'm just Aston E.

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