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And all he had knownWas that echo aloneOf all those voicesChanting an insistent noiseCalling for nothing elseBut the Zenith and none lessEverywhere he had goneFollowed the echoIn dusk and in dawnThrough the mountains highAnd the deep seasThrough the soothing rainsAnd the calm treesCalling for nothing elseBut the Zenith and none lessWhere, thou must strive to reachWas always the relentless preachBut, neither the voices had knownNor did anyone ever fathomThe abyss that layBeyond every ZenithJ...
