Behind the gate of the world, we walk in the realm of beauty.
Before the light of the fall is extinguished, we spark the torch of hope.
Through the land of peace, quiet and calm reign in harmonious partnership.
Beauty will forever be a balm for the soul.
Walk with me in silence.
Trees burn, fiery leaves against a blue sky.
A cold wind cuts the colorful carriage to the ground.
Still, beauty is eternal. The memory of it remains.
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