The melancholy:
I came to where the river ends.
The ghost:
Images in the white river
Were moving fast and slower.
They showed me the life that passed,
As I'm nothing but a ghost.
If this dream was an existence,
Then this life was meaningless.
There's some wonders I must find
In the shades of my wooden mind.
I've been to these ancient ruins,
There I found the raven wings.
I felt like I had no god,
The earth left me alone.
The melancholy:
These paintings were like guides,
Creating the white tides.
Eorþ left me alone,
Here in the hall of stone.
Eorþ left me alone,
Here in the dream of stone.
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