To Zanarukand So it ends, when all will begin Before, if I must force The final strength, the endless song To toss away what lance of burden That once pierced what peril for wisdom, Wiping clean all dust of ponder But only be blinded by what radiance be hidden To leave behind, then retrieve once more What lurking spirit that haunts all thrilling legends. Freezing cold from campfire of gold Sightless eyes, of no shape and size Should we have known, why no doubt be told, As water and soil for a garden of bloom When stories be planted to mythologies in tune Yet I wish it never be Should many glitters from crystalline tears Be harvested after what impossible yet true. Then, if I may proceed, Of altar and prayer, of thoughts as thorns, Even to compress what espresso just brewed, Thus I be sacrificed, If I must stand out, To spill, to gorge In dripping words pure without imagination. (Final Fantasy X "To Zanarukand" by Nobuo Uematsu) 2006/4/8 -- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let not a drop of desire Disturb the heart in ripples ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ --

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