- - We raise it up. This is a gift, it comes with a price. Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight. And turns me to gold in the sunlight. I look around, but I can't find you. If only I could see your face instead of rushing towards the skyline.

pour y croire,
il faudrait tout oublier.

Spoiler:

— — — ✕ — — — the world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. it is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced.