Exile
I step off this ship of our exile,
The sand and dust burn in my lungs.
I spare but a glance at the sky up above,
To try and see how far we've come.
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It's twilight where this ship has landed,
Into the shadows of dusk I make my way.
I see the sun upon the horizon,
Marking the death of the day.
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Behind me more Exiles all exit,
Beside all of my people, grief walks.
Dry wind, it blows away tears,
Sorrow unspoken, none talk.
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And I spare but one more glance upwards,
But Hiigara's light's not in the sky.
Kharak, this world is our home now,
Barren world where we've all come to die.