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End of wanderings Through the distant paths of darkness, Under skies that yet unknown… We were drifting, we were marching To our long forgotten home. Many months and many seasons, Countless days and endless nights… We were hoping, we were pleading We were yearning for the light. Every tale has its conclusion, Every journey has its end, Every word that yet unspoken, Every prayer, guiding hand. We will cherish these emotions, Filled with hope, and joy, and grief. We will hold onto the memories And …