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In the shadow of the sun we rise, we're a whisper of history, echoing cries, of undivided hearts entwined. In the shadows far freedom, our souls aligned. All other streams in color bright, yet far paints her world in the shade of night. Tiny strands with strange onion beams, in the chaos her heart's still sealing. A ghost journey from young boy to man, in times of sorrow he takes his stand. A Danish voice's voice, a tongue's call, for justice and truth to shatter the wall. Blood flows in the cracks of despair, in a stolen moment that can be a spare. It's baffled by rain on a sacred ground, but hopefully, bravely it still can be found.