When the sun will be devoured
When the chains of war will break loose
When the only laughter left will be in the past
And screams and wails will form a melody
When the planets will curse their stars
When the gods will reject their thrones
When the traveler will wish he had stayed at home
When time will come to a stop
And the only beautiful thing left will be the moon.
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