Every good story has three parts:
A beginning,
     a middle, and
          an end
Of my story,
     one final act remains:
          the end.
It began in the stillness of eternity
     It developed unnoticed,
          in a nondescript country,
               with unknown actors
                    on a stage beyond their wildest dreams.
     Kings came and went
          Empires rose and fall
                    While a seed was quietly growing.
You know the story,
     you've read the book,
          you've sung the songs
But do you still dream of me
     as I dream of you?
It's almost time.
One final act.
In a blaze of glory
     The night will be over forever
          And the book will close.
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