The glorious

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The glorious that touched the flame.
Hope is burning in their hearts.
Every man in his own strength
should carry himself through the gate.
In light they stand proud.
The lucky that memorises
forfills their needs.
In the twilight of heaven
a mouth of darkness
swollows up.
With the words written across their hearts
they can survive.
Marks wearing on their heads
they can be taken by the light.
Their flame burns eternal.
With the sea of dreams
they drift on the shore,
the glorious that made it across.