now unblessed, homesick in time, soon to be freed from care, from human pain. my tale is the most bitter truth. time pays us, but with earth and dust, and a dark, silent grave, remember, my child: without innocence the cross is only iron, hope is only an illusion and ocean soul's nothing, but a name... the child, bless thee and keep thee forever.
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