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Far down below he could see the scars |
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Left from the night before |
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Shadows of strength that once stood firmly |
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Now laying in waste everywhere |
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An echo of planned resistant pounding |
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Still hanging thick in the air |
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A sudden arrival |
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No sound of warning |
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No time, no time |
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To prepare |
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As the clouds continued to open |
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Each vision was hard to believe |
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A horizon, minimal motion |
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As far as the eye could see |
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His yesterday held so much promise |
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His today only misbelief |
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And now the task of reconstruction |
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Salvaging all they could see |
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Can you say there's no regrets? |
