Behold! behold! jumping over high peaks of mountain-range
Gorge, rift valley, crevice, dried up oceans
Cremation ground, treeless arid forest land,
Dead cities, dark villages...
The skeleton of light coming...
Let us assemble blood, flesh, fat, marrow and vitality..
Let us restore
Let us revive a new glittering golden morning.
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