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Blessed is the dark that concealed me, unknown and free from the shackles of a name.
Mystery was my friend and lover;
O, my lover I yearn for you again.
Cursed is the light that shone on me,
and torn me from the womb of darkness.
Light gave me a name and told me what to do.
A Cherub stands at the gate
I can not return to the way of the familiar.
Turning my back to the darkness
I take my first step toward the light and enter this realm.