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This was the first song Kartika ever shared with us. This was his ethos, and it became our liberating creed.

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At the end of days, at the end of time
When the sun burns out will any of this matter?
Who will be there to remember who we were?
Who will be there to know that any of this had meaning for us?

And in retrospect I'll say we've done no wrong
Who are we to judge what's right and what has purpose for us?
With designs upon ourselves to do no wrong
Running wild unaware of what might come of us

The sun was born and so it shall die
So only shadows comfort me
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me
Each day shall end as it begins
And though you're far away from me
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me

The sun was born and so it shall die
So only shadows comfort me
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me
Each day shall end as it begins
And though you're far away from me
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me

Without a thought I will see everything eternal
Forget that once we were just dust from heavens far
As we were forged, we shall return perhaps someday
I will remember us and wonder who we were

The sun was born and so it shall die
So only shadows comfort me
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me
Each day shall end as it begins
And though you're far away from me
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me

The sun was born and so it shall die
So only shadows comfort me
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me
Each day shall end as it begins
And though you're far away from me
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me

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The coyote sun has burned out. Only now that his time has ended, is the existentialism answerable.

Kartika mattered. He mattered to me. He mattered to my life and existence. I loved him. I do, love, him.

We are here to remember who he was. Who we were before him, during him, and now after him.

We are here to know that all of him had meaning to all of us.

We are the judge and the creators of our own purpose.

The coyote sun has died. His shadows comfort us. He is in darkness now, and one day too we will find him, and wonder who we were. Together.

Forever.

Be at peace.

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