- Jan 31, 2001
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The time has come.
Fortunes play, grating down on my foray.
Goodbye the moontide shallow deep.
Into heavens gate I steep,
my lonely soul down gray face shallows.
The dark pool abiding,
howls.
Fortunes play, grating down on my foray.
Goodbye the moontide shallow deep.
Into heavens gate I steep,
my lonely soul down gray face shallows.
The dark pool abiding,
howls.
