Light, it never stepped beyond the shadowed night,
Light, it never stepped beyond the shadowed night,
Life, it never bloomed beyond a candle's plight,
Light, it never stepped beyond the shadowed night.
Man, he never knew his own true, hidden form,
Dust remained just dust, beyond its fated norm,
Dust remained just dust, beyond its fated norm.
Though the heart yearned, pleading at His door,
Desire, it never rose above the core.
She, her tresses draped, once graced the scene,
Then, no other night surpassed that queen,
Then, no other night surpassed that queen,
Light, it never stepped beyond the shadowed night.
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